Suicide

Though I walk through the valley

I have no fear

My mind a plethora of jumbled thoughts

Tender buttons

Decisions, decisions

On how best to cut short a life

Shall I go, modern Plath-etic

Or out like Byronic heroin

Courage coursing through my veins

A train at top speed

Or a deer caught in headlights

To meet my fate

Bury me in fields of clover

No questions, no lies

As I go into the great unknown

Bury me

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