That God Poem by Kevin Lynch

Murderer! You with your blue eyes and blonde hair,
What a crooked suit of lies you constantly wear.
Be it to fool others, or just give yourself an air
Of some kind of superiority over those you say you care
For, but really you just blind, not at all aware
Of the suffering that you've forced me to bear,
My poor suffering self, and my heart at which you tear,
Do you treat everyone like this? Or was I just the rare
Cases that received all this torment which upon me you flare
Neither here nor there, but always ready to scare
My hithered health so bare, into yet another deep lair
Of impending doom and sorrow, just to impair
Me further and leave me more distant from repair,
And into the dark demented starry skies I stare,
Hoping that some God will graciously come off his chair
And pick me up and free me from my despair,
And give me a new start, far from the last so unfair.

But I realise now, as I finally and furiously prepare,
Myself for my final act, temptations suicide, where
My suffering will end, but along with my life so mare
And as I do... That God... I realise truly is not there.....

No other final solution, will ever fully compare
To this curtain call, so selfish, so scary, so sickening, so snare...