It slides too easily off the tongue,
A word like the slice of a knife.
Perhaps a syringe;
A vain cut or overused.
A simple swing off the cliff of life.
A fall away from reality.
Just a little push
And drop to oblivion.
A choice between the pain and the pill.
Pull a trigger; tie a knot.
Life can be an ocean,
Why not drown.
May be a dance down the Yellow Brick Road.
But when the curtain is pulled back,
And the wizard is exposed,It may not end in nothing.
Illustration: "The Suicide" by Antoine Wiertz, 1854