death couldn't possibly be worse than life
i've lived long enough to know
i've sensed deep enough to taste
death is freedom...
life is a lie..a cold consolation
life is just dying in repetition
death must be such a sweet escape
a quick exit..a clean break...
there could be pain..and struggle
but it's all fine..
an hour or less before the light
can't be so bad as living a vicious plight.
those who fear death have not known life.
suicide is triumph over life...to cede the fight
is an unquestionable mock to life's spite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem