My Slow Death

why not just end this,

End all of this pain?

My life has been all but splendid.

Why not go down Hell’s dark lane?

You tell me to stop it,

But the path is already lit.

The path of which I must go,

A death that is already slow.

Hell is waiting,

As I sit here debating.

What I should say,

That will help you find a way.

I’m sorry for the choice that I will take,

Or the plans I will make.

Please forgive me,

As I pass away slowly…