morbid death

Life is beautiful, she once said.
Oh what good is life but, she wonders now

Quotidian wandering of lonely heart
While the mind pumps new puzzles, oh all so hard
Why lay dominoes when they are but destined just to fall
Why dream, when they shall so shatter, oh one and all

When gloom puts off the light within
When promises are broken and soul cries shrieking
When the heart goes empty, and none dots linking
When what appears endless is mere brooding and sulking
That's when morbid death over daft life
Conspicuously seems a saner choice.

If smiles and blossoms are the spring
And then descends the autumn, the unyielding
She once just hoped for another spring
But why dread life from spring to spring?

So capricious are ways of life,
That it makes her now but dread life.
Oh yes, morbid death over daft life
Conspicuously seems a saner choice.