He with no pain

He wasn't the smartest of the smart or the fastes of the fast.
Yet today we have gathered for the mourning of his pass.

He was an average man with an average life.
He met an average end with an average knife.

He had lived with his pain for more than just a while.
Now the anguish upon his face was morphed into a smile.

The rose upon his cheeks fluttered in the breeze.
Ironically his last breathe had been his first with ease.

He dressed up in his best, with a smile on his face.
In living that smile would have never taken place.

The lines upon his wrist tell the true tale of the day.
The day the avreage man had chosen to take the pain away.

He dressed up in his best and lay down on his bed.
With a few quick movements, there he lay and bled.

The tingle in his toes meant that he had done his job.
The pounding in his chest eased into a throb.

As the blue spread across his face and he took his final breathe.
He smiled while weezing, finding peace in death.