Thirst & Death

Is Death so Liberating that it is better to die than to be in pain?

A rose by the roadside
Is all that I spy
I know that I should not
But I'm so thirsty, I die

A crystal clear pond
Lies just beyond the hill
I know that it is poisoned
But without a drink, I'm stilled

To die of thirst or to drink and die
Which shall be my fate?
Both seem quite unfair
But I suppose with love
Both ends we must meet

Epicurus says death is not bad
For the one who is gone is free
But for the one who lives on
The love will turn to pain

So as I sit here and think
Of which way I should go
I realize there's no salvation
From this heart-wrenching woe

But Epicurus knows no God
And to him, life is short
So should I take my chances
And drink the poisoned water

Perhaps, it's better to be with love
And have died by its charms
Than to die of thirst alone
Devoid of love's sweet warmth

But isn't there a beauty in thirst?
In the desperate dryness of the throat
And the ache for just one drop
Of cool, refreshing hope?

Yes, there is a beauty
And there is perfection in the world
And there is a God too
I do not have a right to kill myself

So as I sit here and think
Of which way I should go
I won't kill myself with poison
But I'll let myself die slow

And as I walk away from the rose
I'll know that I made the right choice
To die of thirst and not of poison
And to live with love's sweet voice

My sins will be erased with pain
And I'll suffer for his fair name
In God's abode, there will be no pain
And I'll find life once again