A Hope
Suicide comes
To mind whenever
I think of my various
Sins and misdeeds
How else can
I make good?
But I live nonetheless
I know to do
Nothing more
Besides, I have the
Sneaking conviction
That something unpleasant
Awaits me were I to
Do the deed.
However I have no illusions
I know that chances are
I will know
A precocious death
And that I am likely
To be my own
Judge and executioner.
I once read that
The only thing that burns in hell
Are the things that
Anchor us to life
Here on earth:
Our hopes, dreams, memories
Disappointments and failures
And that there will be
Demons but they
Are really angels freeing us
From this mortal coil
So that we will be
Ready for eternal bliss
And happiness.
I hope that this is true
But in the end it is
Only speculation
But even though I am sure
That the demon king
Is patiently waiting
For me to expire
Sometimes I want to throw
Myself off a cliff
And hope that the
Angels will catch me.
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