Though I walk freely,
My time is not my own
The mass inside me
Demands that I atone
Abomination
Made of invasive cells
"Become non-being,"
It utters at the outset of every day
Unable to breathe,
Enshrouded in fear
Shadowed, withered,
The specter incessantly appears
The Seconal, a noble fall
By script of death, a somber bypath
When abyssal night
Carves its way inside,
Will they let me die?
With the taste of my own blood
And the stench of seeping pores
I call upon my sovereign to bring me home
Self-made ending,
Transfer the power from the vile form
One last autonomous effort
To accept what I've become
Prescription is filled,
It goes in the drawer
A final response
For all that's in store
A choice to remove
A terminal weight
With dignity spared
Command of my fate
A choice to remove
A terminal weight
With dignity spared
Command of my fate
Prescription is filled,
It goes in the drawer
A final response
For all that's in store
A choice to remove
A terminal weight
With dignity spared
Command of my fate
A choice to remove
A terminal weight
With dignity spared
Command of my fate
When abyssal night
Carves its way inside
A gathering of kin
To witness my final breath
Their hands and words allay me
Memories to bring to death
The brine assuages
The terrors that I've buried
Its spirit slows my thoughts
Foreboding replaced
With a cosmic clarity
The truth illuminates the dark
And all is quiet
No voices, no sounds
Disturb my slumber
The silence surrounds
Legends have spoken
Of a terrible darkened sea
All are mistaken:
An unending ecstasy