Human Suicide
by Possum

Dying in a cell:
This prison we call life;
Burning into hell,
Dying from a knife
Jabbed deep into our heart,
Feeling what we feel,
As I sadly part,
Knowing death is real.

Dying in a cell
Imposed upon by thee;
Burning into hell,
Seeing what you see
In distadteful day,
Stealing from the Earth.
Find another way
To misuse Nature's birth.

Dying in a cell,
Bordered by these walls;
Burning into hell
O'er the rapid falls
Of the human race,
With constant degradation,
Making a disgrace
Of the Internation.

Dying in a cell.
Wishing to escape.
Burning into hell.
Passing through the drape
Concealing my lost soul.
I no longer have to hide;
I finally pay my toll
Of human suicide.