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Death

Sometimes I feel, death is a gift...
An ultimate escape, from life's torment
When grief sets in, despair takes the lead
Bleakness is there to follow, melancholy, the mainstay

It is all a battle of emotions
Of fears unfamiliar..
Of doubts that make way
When things go astray

These twisted ways of life
Is not my cup of tea...?
These misgivings I can live without
Rather blissfully

Alas! Human mind is made to think
Made to commit mistakes
Made to go thru a life that sucks
And hurt all the way

If only I would die..
The pain would end too soon
All the hurt would go
And the fears within

Yet I pray for a life
Yet I ask for better days
When deep down inside
I know all life's ways..