Regardless of desire a life is lost,
Remnants of being in emotion’s tempest tossed.
A passion, a hate all intertwined,
To create for this soul, so well defined,
A lving experience, given inflesh,
This one’s concerns, through society’s mesh,
Have fallen and long gone unanswered.
The stoned heart of the world, a cancer,
Itself, has returned this soul
To chaos, the world keeping what it had stole.
Passion and love, all this one were denied,
Crushed and destroyed are any hopes of pride,
Beneath the weight of an oppressing hate.
One such as this cannot hope for future foreseen,
When they have, basic commpassion, failed to glean,
A poison, a blade, a measure of lead,
Are weapons of choice for those that wish themselves dead.
I care not, their reasons their own, which was the pick,
If the final breath was a staggered wheeze or gasp so quick.
A pinprick of pity to a closing thus in such pain,
For those that have taken their weapons and gambled for gain.