Grim Report

Grim Report

A Poem by Th3Authr
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A poem about the joy of death.

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If the report came out
That our darkest day has arrived
I would be the happiest little human on planet Earth
At peace with all things
Finally, there is a way out. A way out for which I cannot be blamed.
A way out wherefore I shall not be missed, for all who care to remember shall be snuffed out.
The dead cannot care.
No longer will the weight of the future be so very tangible
It will no longer plague my thoughts.
I will watch as they cry. Oh they will run and scream and regret and dream.
But I...
I who cannot take my own life, as I've wished I could so many times
Will smile and close my eyes, for the end is nigh.
Perhaps in the next life, I'll go back in time.
Perhaps in time I'll like being alive.
But oh how I long for that grim report...
The meteor coming to cut our lives short.
No gun in my mouth or rope on my neck
I will smile.
I may die and not be missed.

© 2012 Th3Authr


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Added on September 21, 2012
Last Updated on September 21, 2012
Tags: suicide, death, dying, depression, peace, sadness

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Th3Authr
Th3Authr

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