Suicide

Mercy
Showeth on thee
Blessed
You seemed to be
Suffocated
It’s the way you’ve come to be

Altruism
Your only sin
Deadly
One word for your wrong
Aloof
Thy worldly garb

Content
That’s what you were
Alone
The punishment you bemoan
Cold
Thy heart made of gold

Catch
Your last drawn breath
Escape
The intermediate fall
Sigh
End of your everlasting cry.