The Endgame (2003)

There is a sense of comfort in the moment,
Decision made can brook no turning back,
A calmness settles on the tortured spirit;
The pain abates; self-hate may cease to wrack
The last poor remnants of a living person,
No ling'ring hope that life could end up good;
That happiness, phoenix-like, from the ashes
Could rise up, kindle flame from rotten wood.

Time now to give that up to the alternate,
Look back not with regret but with relief;
Accept that not all lives can be worth living,
Translate to fact that stark long-held belief.
There is a sense of comfort in the moment,
The sense that caged bird can, at last, fly free,
Decision made, those long-clipped wings show power:
Despatch the out-grown human: R.I.P.