Gashes and slices along his arm;
Another vein left to harm.
His life is horrendously
Not what he ever wanted;
Mayhap, it's high time
To bid the world, "Bye-bye".
Meanwhile, another one fights
For his waning existence;
The "Tick! Tock! Tick! Tock!"
Of the feeble clock rebuts
The cackles of Cruel Fate.
Yet, "Time's up!"
Promptly arrives, anyway.
Ah! The asinine irony, isn't it?
One inveigles to end his life;
Another endeavors to stay alive.

- Diwa