To exist or not to exist, thats the dilemma,
Whether its better to think its honourable to suffer,
The sieges of bad fortune,
or to take up our arsenal of arms against our sea of problems,
to end them by fighting? To die: to sleep,
That’s it, for sleep is a beautiful sayonara,
to all the emotional trauma and stress,
that we are exposed to, is an accomplishment,
To be sought eagerly. To die, to sleep,
To sleep, maybe to have dreams, oh theres the catch;
For in deaths sleep, what dreams come before us,
when we have left this mortal life