An Ill Body Seats My Sinking Sight (Loss)

One devastating message crosses stagnant air Abhorrence of one's self Left a shredded husk Vacant of living Only death brings the epidemic of truth, that life is not worth living So wait not End it all here End your life Perceptive to one's worth in sorrow's mirth An all too willing hand will lift the blade and let sink this letting go Passing of life A season Sliced to stifled end Eyes open and staring dead Into a wet and wooden floor One by one They crawl in Only loss brings truth so sit and reflect Life is not worth living It's brought us all to this End it all here End our lives