Death is merely a stone,
It drops suddenly into a pond,
And the ripples begin to grow,
To cover the lake and beyond.
Pain consumes each ripple,
Overflowing into the next,
Until it consumes the lake,
Leaving us rather vexed.
Misery surrounds it all,
It being the sandy shore,
The ripples lapping gently,
At it forevermore.
Depression drags us under,
Our last breath cannot keep us sane,
Down, down into the mud,
Drowning in a lake of pain.
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