Right to Die

The clock stroke twelve,and the trial began

I pleaded for death and began to explain.

"without a fault I have been made to live

and it may be wrong to die but to live is insane.

The problem with my life

is my problem with the life

perennially trapped in this vicious circle,

every conscious moment is a pain to survive.

I was born without a choice,

but let death give me one.

how long I have to fight this battle,

either way to loose in this already lost run"

But the life and the logic

have seldom worked together.

the lawyer of the life

is also the one with right to order.

The nib did not break and the verdict was read

"every moment that u wish not to exist,

your life grows longer by a second,

never out of the circle,i would insist".

And as I moved handcuffed in the darkroom

with my shadow fading away with each cry

I could hear someone talking faraway

The obligation to live ,and the right to die.