Suicide

Suicide

There's an enourmous sense of pressure,
surrounded by an emense force,
clouding the brain, like a thick fog...
Thoughts coming in and thoughts going out,
And then...
Silence.
Everything is blocked,
surrounded by the fog...
Nothing can break through,
No one can delay it...
It slowly seaps around the brain,
Until there's nothing left to kill...
All is lost, with nothing to show,
Everything is stolen in vain.
If anyone could protect themselves,
They would save themselves...
From themselves...

Frogger