A Suicide's Story

I'm not wise or wonderful

I'm not so very old

But even then I do believe

A suicide's story must be told

They say that life's a struggle

And who ends it must be weak

I can't bring myself to agree

Atropos' job is for the meek

A warrior born was I

To stand and fight with pride

And all of life's challenges

Lay conquered in my stride

I may be called a coward

This battle I'm seen to flee

But though I strain my weary eyes

No battlefield I see

The chase holds no excitement

The hunt no longer bold

The flame that once burnt brightly

Flickers, dies ... it now grows cold

Won't keep the reaper waiting

Charon's boat I gladly board

Eternal sleep I do embrace

For verily I grow bored