Sto Cheílos Tou Thanátou Poem by Cheska I.

Thoughts of endless end ends her,
She wants it, she has to have it.
But the thought of agonizing agony agonizes her;
She wants it plain sailing, she wants it trouble free.

Steep drop into the trench belonging
to the man who holds a scythe,
Spurring her to leap and abandon the place
that stripped her naked of her dignity, her soul.

Wanting her demise to be painless
Is in truth, possibly impossible
But the eradication of her existence,
Her passing will surely be a success

One more step until she reaches her own execution
One more word to push her to her limits
One more word, and she's done
One more word and she'll drag the blade
to cut the rhythm of her pulse
Just one more word...
But there was only silence.