The Fall
He needed to vanish perpetually and be overlooked
To end his affliction and be perpetually free
He needed it to be snappy and easy
In any case, the alternatives he had didn't give that
He thought of hanging by the rope
However, he would battle for air
Also, he had battled enough in his life
He needed to blend poison with his wine
In any case, that would require some serious energy
What's more, he was never again a patient man
He thought about slitting his wrists
In any case, that would be an excess of torment
Also, torment had turned into his every day bread
Pulling the trigger would be the best alternative
However, he had no trigger to pull on
His body was worn sufficiently out
His heart had surrendered thumping
Furthermore, his psyche had deserted its capacities
His spirit felt caught and was endeavoring to run free
He didn't have anything left to live for
He was not scared of damnation
Since he had lived it here on earth
He was suffocating in contemplations
What's more, continued adding wine to his glass
Until his eyes shut.
He didn't kick the bucket, he got the opportunity to experience one more day
The wine spared his life.