Go ahead and end your miserable life; please, I grow weary of your selfish demise.

But before you slice that slender wrist, I want you to trace a path up that vein and imagine how it courses with blood from ages past.

See the ghostly ancestral faces who soiled their hands and wiped sweat
from their brows just so you could breathe.

I want you to envision that vein streaming with their memories
and joining with a mysterious, organic web of other veins all coming 
from enchanted regions of your wise body, and all extending
out from your shining heart rising up in ecstasy spiraling into your brain
to produce the miracle of consciousness, of eternal being in form!

Go ahead and slice!  

End your life and cast darkness 
over all the possibilities
of all that magic brewing within...