Follow the actions of the artist:
Van Gogh did ‘do himself in’;
He knew life was not worth it,
He could see that more clearly than I!
And in suicide, he made something of himself;
He thought nothing of it,
But to rid life of a lower one, a burden, a ‘fail’,
For his art was not what was expected;
He art was rejected, not wanted!
And have you ever felt the bleeding
Of a heart held at arms’ length?
There is sense in the madness,
Madness where sense was once felt;
For if success is a harsher mistress,
Then, oh! how life is not fit to prevail!
So, should it be done?
Even if I am like him,
In many ways more than one,
Would that really be wise:
To follow the art of the artist?