What if I'm an angry thought in the mind
Of a benevolent God in the midst of hate
What if all I think, can never be thought
Between dreams of deep hope or suicide
Of compassion and love, simply delayed
How can I escape this life I've wrought
I know you say I am a fool to think this
Let loose the hounds, and watch me run
There's nothing for me here, so I twist
Between fears and my reality, I'm done
Ready for the Angel of Death's final kiss
By my own hand, is Armageddon begun?
“Unbeing dead isn't being alive.” E. E. Cummings
