I have not the strength to do it quickly

To end it now, for

I fear the pain I will place

upon the young souls I harbor in my life.

I fear by ending my pain,

I will only place it on those, who

Know not of its depth.

I instead look for the perfect metaphors

The best ways to live life yet be nothing but

Death.

To end it slowly,

Chalk it up to death of a “natural” cause,

Death from the inside-out.

By supplying my demons with my pain

And aiding them in my destruction

I will die unknowingly at my hand.

Ending it now would be the easiest

But instead of that, I

Will make it a work of art.

As I continue in my state of deterioration

To deter my pain from spreading to others,

This is the best way to go.

So that the weed that I am,

Doesn’t spread.