Welcome to the Suicide Buffet

Welcome to the suicide buffet

a banquet for the lost. 

Where you pay the price in tears 

and sanity is the cost.

A banquet of anguish, a table of woe,

Where sorrow is served, and hope cannot grow.

Each dish a reminder of life's bitter taste,

A symphony of despair,a morbid embrace.

The platters hold secrets and untold woes, 

Drowning sorrows with each mouthful that goes. 

No spice of joy to savor no flavor. 

Just anguish and pain to eternally savor.

There is no respite, no relief in this place,

No escape from the torment, we must face, 

Each plate a reminder of torment endured,

Until every last bite is painfully cured.

The drinks we offer are bitter, 

a cocktail of broken promises.

where the glasses are rimmed in sorrow.

and each sip is laced with screams.

The first course arrives, a plate of regrets,

Bitter memories, haunting and yet,

They consume your thoughts, devour your mind,

Leaving you lost, with no solace to find.

Next comes the dish of shattered dreams,

Crushed aspirations, torn at the seams.

Ambitions once vibrant, now lifeless and cold,

As you swallow the remnants of stories untold.

The main course awaits, a platter of pain,

Served with a side of anguish, driving you insane.

Heartbreak and loss, a relentless parade,

As you choke on the sorrow, your spirit is betrayed.

The Suicide Buffet, a merciless host,

Demands that you partake, devour each ghost.

For no one escapes this grim, haunting place,

Unless they clear their plate, leaving no trace.

But amidst the darkness, a glimmer of light,

A flicker of hope, a chance to take flight.

For those who resist, who refuse to comply,

There's a chance to break free, to reach for the sky.

With strength and resilience, you may find a way,

To reject the buffet, to escape the dismay.

But beware, dear traveler, for the allure is strong,

And the buffet's whispers can tempt you for long.

So tread with caution, in this realm of despair,

Where the Suicide Buffet preys on those unaware.

Clear your plate, or be consumed by its might,

For in this grim feast, no one makes it out alive.