I was sitting in the chair,
With my heart filled of despair.
I knew I was going mad,
But I had no option but being sad.
I was held by the obssession,
Which occured to me in succession.
Life was inscruttable,
and death was inevitable.
I lost even my breath,
in life's anguish and wrath.
But I was profound to finish it all ...
Stopping life's rolling ball.
Soon I was to be closed in a vault,
Then my style would become a cult!