Her tortured soul rebels agains humanity
Her life seems so much yet so little
She suffers

Things do not last within her fading mind
Her power is gone - She cannot feel
Apathy abounds
She suffers

She cries out, "What is the meaning of life?"
The answer comes: "To ask the question."
The question asked and answered,
     she is unfulfilled
How can life have no meaning but to exist?

To be or not to be?
     There is no issue
     There is no choice
It is to be and suffer
Than not to be and die