What's The Use
Close the door when you leave,
and tightly close the blinds.
If your taking my light with you,
only darkness can be left behind.
Make sure the windows are closed.
No chance for clean fresh air.
The dying have no need for breath,
no chance for hopes repair.
Stop the daily paper.
Life was bad enough.
News of others suffering,
makes this demise too tough.
Disconnect the cable.
No need to entertain.
To close your eyes forever,
you must disconnect the brain.
My joy in life's not missing,
just bored from lack of use,
and the love of life is not an issue,
it's just bruised from self abuse.
Ending it all too quickly.
would take an effort on my part.
I'll just lay here counting slowly,
the last beatings of my heart.
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