Suicide is Painless

It was to be the final meeting

Between two halves of a whole,
To separate thought and feeling,
To sever body and soul.

Each is and has one world,

The feeling locked inside;
A part of which returned
When all the rest had died.

There’d be no anger’s season

To force upon them hell.
Instead a calmly reasoned
Let’s call it a day farewell.

And one shall go on living

Though the other one has died,
Resentful yet forgiving
In painless suicide.

Though love is love’s own cure,

What dangerous steps to take.
More heartache to endure
From feelings that are fake.

The devil in Cupid’s bow

That loses love, and gains less
Tells those who are alone
That suicide is painless.