Death and the Despondent
Death:
So, I hear you would like to depart?
This desire you speak of, it dwells in your heart?
Despondent:
Yes, my spirit is broken, and my body is weak
I'm so sick, and so tired, of society's reek
I've proclaimed my opinion in an endeavor to speak
Though my voice have grown weary — I come off as a freak
I cannot seem to grasp the technique
On how to help them see through the mystique
As soon as their eyes catch a peak
Their faces turn bleak and they let out a shriek
Then off to their safe havens they sneak
A place where the absolute truth will get tweaked
With answers oblique, they go through with their week
Hence I am damned with an anger unique
The hole in my soul has started to leak
A purpose in life, I do no longer seek
So, spare me the farce about turning my cheek
For I am truly afraid of the havoc I'll wreak
Soon I'll explode in a murderous streak
Now, reach out with those skeleton fingers that creak
Grant me the darkening touch which I seek
To be perfectly honest, you're really quite smart
So, I have decided to honor my part
Though, a humble old warning before you depart
Is it gates on a cloud or a scorching rampart?
Will they praise your arrival or rip you apart?
In death, you'll find neither beauty nor art
Are you certain you still want your name on my chart?
To be perfectly honest, your warning is lame
An immense lack of insight — it beings you to shame
Not once in my life did I care for a name
I spat at good fortune, riches, and fame
Spiritual freedom is what I acclaim
Staying true to myself is my only real aim
Heaven or hell — to me it's the same
The sphere of perception, I never shall blame
Now, are you done with your questioning game?
Go on with your duty and set me aflame
Several pathways do lead to my door
Entering various people galore
Victims of war, the sick, and the poor
I solemnly swear the whole bunch is so sore
One cried on my floor, while another one swore
This beckons a question I cannot ignore
How can you be so calm at your core?
You're meeting my gaze like no one before
You do not abhor, nor do you adore
Your courage have awoken my lust to explore
Why am I cursed as the bringer of gore?
I wonder who gave me this bothersome chore
Will you join my new journey and settle this score?
Free we shall soar or fall with a roar
Let our actions reveal what our fates have in store