So close to discontention.
I'm rubbish to ape some refuse human.
This, simply what nature selects;
How tragic are these deaths?
Considered gifts to evolution.
Recycled like every revolution.
Silence-suicide-sterility.
Choose pills, choose chat. No choice: not to choose.
All the symptoms smell the same.
Decomposure- In company, in pain,
As I deserve to be,
Beginning to end.