Illusive Allusions

If I had the cowardly courage
I'd end it all today,
the profundity of blood excretion,
imagine the falls of Niagara, in a sangria shade.
She'll "always love me," she said.
I suppose lies fall a dime a dozen.
My spirits need not to be risen.

I'm simply the grass to trample on.
To make it worse, the weeds have surfaced;
although, I suppose I should be grateful
that I shall exit the world - but why like so?
He does not know.
He does not know.