Rest

Today I made a revelation
about suicide
and those who commit to it.

The thing is
they were not looking for peace in heaven
or a good time in hell
They wanted to end
it
all.

The thing is...
hell
is
me.

Today I think I'll take a note
from the Atheists
and use the paradox
of prayer
that when I die
I will lie stone cold
in my grave
with not an ounce of
brain activity
or soulful consciousness.

No heaven.
No hell.

My brain,
My soul
is a hell
that I would kill
to get out of.