Optimist

Shortening of breath
A longing for death
Unable to sate it
Unwillingly debate it
Submit to fear
Or hear
Hells soft lullaby
And die
A soft sweet death
A shortening of breath
A gasping writhing pain
Naught but relief left to gain
Fall victim to hell
As you sigh and continue to walk
I see you shrug, and whisper,
"Oh well"