Mori's Haikus (Volume 1)

Release
Struggle's laid its grasp,
And, nay, I was not ready.
Please just let me go.

Time (and) Machine
Take me back in time,
When the machine was not king,
And I was not bound.

Death
I'd rather be dead.
The dead does not harm a soul,
And its own has peace.

Death II
One day I will die.
Will I go out cowardly,
Or with great resolve?

Broken Mind
My mind is broken.
I understand not a thing.
There's no hope for me.

Cruel Existence
To be here no more,
I bid this cruel life adieu.
I asked not for this.

Depression
Greatest thief I know,
Depression, how I loathe thee.
You took all from me.

The Sound of Bells
Dear angelic bells,
How greatly you've tolled for me.
Hell tolls even so.

Lethal Methods
"I will shoot myself,"
That was suicide's first plan.
Nay, I'd be the fourth.

Formulaic Failure
Educated thrive,
And the hardworking triumph,
And yet, I have failed.

Internal Clock of the Cells
The pendulum swings.
Death plays his fiddle for me.
That day nears closer.

A Creative Machine
Eyes see each movement.
Experience writes the truth.
The hand is its scribe.

Life, the Overworked Bard
The rhythm of life,
Some melodious sonnet,
Yet so unruly.

Never-Ending Work
Striving to work hard,
Punished more than rewarded,
I do not get rest.

Oxygen Thief
I've stolen your breaths,
Not in that I've impressed you,
It's wasted on me.

Nothing
My work means nothing.
My art is also nothing.
I, too, am nothing.

Dopamine
Pleasure's gentle breeze,
You leave my body tingling,
And hungry for more.

Self-Prescription
"Swallow all your pills,"
So my mind has said to me,
"Let death be your cure."

Hope
Hope, once my betrothed,
She has long since divorced me,
Yet, in death, we part.

The Source?
My heart groans in pain.
Or is it really my mind?
The two are at war.