Pain & pressure in my head br intense, almost unbearable br gives warning soon I might be dead... br (A condition quite past care-able.) br br A ticking time bomb in my brain, br arterial walls weak & tearable, br may soon explode - a burst balloon br bringing quick death with little pain. br br I'd rather not survive a trauma like this, br for I detest the thought of rehab; br & frankly I'd rather find my bliss br on th'other side of life, where soon br br enough I'll be. There, I'll confab br with experts who'll show me reasons br for my ills & rapid death. br I know that I shan't care at all: br br I'll be forever shut of changing seasons: br no more Summer, Winter, Spring or Fall, br I'll have left them all long past; br along with an existence that was over far too fast.