Ruination is usually self-served,
And self-destruction can leave you unnerved;
A bottle and maybe a few pills,
It's a thousand days of short-lived thrills.
Aging three years in one,
In ten years, you are all but done;
Stripped of all possessions, rational thought, and dignity,
And the thought of any more life has left you dizzy.
Cold fire, because Hell is not heat,
A trillion miles from God's divine seat;
Suicide is not always instantaneous,
But the end result is just as blasphemous.
