There are many choices
Shoot away the the pain
With a bullet to the head
with the pills of eternal night
sleep your way to hell
end it with the swipe of the knife,
cut the pain out with a rusty blade
if fear locks the crimson gates
hug tight to a dream world
that creeps away year by year
hide in the cage forged by the minds of the weak
guarded by figments of their imaginations
curled up in a corner of the mind
a generation of regret and anguish breed
tie them up until they grow so strong
that they break out and beat you down
maybe then the gates will open
and you will finally find a place
less agonizing then your own heart
finally loved and licked by the fires
of a beautiful place called hell.