Suicide IX

Eating a frozen bread in the middle of night,

lost in thoughts as to which to choose,

for there’s no gray – only black and white

and opting out means only the noose.

Find oneself in an eternal curse of misery,

and to be free only is to work out with the rope,

for all ways to escape resulted to melancholy,

Now can you tell me, where is hope?

The mind ceased to work properly

properly work to ceased mind the

ylreporp krow ot desaec dnim eht

and blah and blah  and blah and blah.

Mysterious it is what to come after,

this is the very result of hunger.