WHY?

...but why?
Why would we want to die now?
Right now in the midst of life,
Piercing our hearts with sharpened knifes?

Why?
Why do we choose not to be again?
But our own souls we desire to be against
And opt not to ever be.

Why?
Why does our petals close too soon;
Early before wonderful noon,
Making darkness dominate along with her moon
And we, there forever to stay,
Cause night has grown into our own blissful day

But why?
Why do we long for ultimate darkness
Filled with neglects and sweet sickness?
What about shunning life's awesomeness
And sheltering ultimate loneliness?

Why?
But why?
Why do we sojourn to depression,
Anxiety and inward confusion?
Why?
Why do we close our doors against peace of mind
Thus craving for mental distortion,
Then with all our mights apprehend obsession

Why?
Why do we pursue our own extinction
From this world that's full of segregation?
What about failing to win
And refusing to succeed?
Since those two simply stage us as targets for evil
And before us diverse snares are set.

But why about all of those why's?
Why?
But why?
Why!!!!

Bill Ivans
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