slay my mortal soul suseptible to pain, guilt, and other such revenous disease; cut the life away from this unworthy creature, not capable of enduring this task, be through with childish worries and similarly petty attachments, no more than a sack of frustrations and fear can become of one so profoundly ingested into the jaws of self-pitiment and human trepidation; i ask not for help, but the ceasement of this wretched waste of space, thought, and time - free this plane of motion for a greater prospect, there can be no utility in the continuance of this agonized parody of life - i plead only that living has mercy on me as she proceeds in her victimization of my weakened entity - pray, no, if there be a God above how am i to believe in He, He who lets such suffering, much much graver than any i could fathom go on? He too turns his head to the pain, like so many dwellers on this planet - they only see what they wish and hear not much at all, but i am afraid i see and hear too much for my heart to contain very long - slay me now before the blood hardens in my throat and suffocation bretrays my privilege of a dignified depature; this beast which roves unsure, unaware of the future or the past, deserves not to breed nor romp this busy land fluctuating with vitality, engendering hope and faith, those of all i cannot accept - cannot belong to this society - no link with these beings can i ever own, only the bitter knowledge of my self-frustration with such cumbersome inadequacies, that is all i can ever learn to understand, it is cruel to expect this emaciated heart to go on beating, pumping life where there can be none