I ponder death

What would it be?

What would it mean?

Most importantly

Do I want it?

My world died to give life to this

This bleak existence

If it's that at all

But not only did it die

I killed it

And if I throw away

This world

So carelessly

What justification

Do I have for the blood on that knife?

If I throw away

This world

I might as well have let him kill me

Then he would have lived at least

But no!

I think

He would have killed again

I saved lives

By ending my previous

There is my justification!

There is my reason!

And with that ensured

I can safely close my eyes