The heat engulfs and stifles her, Unbearably dull and hopeless Life has nothing to offer She never chose this life. Perhaps, the moment had come To make a choice Between a bottle of morphine And a rope. She ensured no one was home She saw the bottle kept on the table While the rope hung from the chair She never knew how to decide. With a Herculean effort she leaped onto the chair Moved on to the table and began to play with the Empty bottle of morphine with her claws Now, this was the life she loved.