There is no aspect of Its life that is interesting or happy or even remotely different
Divorced (ex was committed)
Son (which will become psychologically damaged)
lives a million hours away and cries when let go
to get a job, won't die
and That's It.
It hates itself...
Used to pray that her or It would die to alleviate the
wrong to live a pointless existance
can't go back
Everyone can make it without It, especially him
won't be torn, can celebrate memories
People are always better in our memories
Can't take Its own life!
must be taken from It!
"live" a half-life
Doing the motions, but mindful that Its will is gone
No more ambition
no more desire
Will this time end? Maybe
but does it matter
How could it? With parting
want to run, but she makes It stay
Zombies, It hates
but you become what you hate
The world is designed that way
A factory of death, a concentration camp...
Want light? the end of the tunnel, NO!
That only brings realization of the blackness that envelops
Infinite darkness, peace of routine
If you'd be so kind and take use of the darkness and put this coward out of Its misery
Just slip it between the shoulder blades and swiftly through the heart
But don't give It such hope
Keep It busy to forget...