Though I walk freely, my time is not my own
The mass inside me demands that I atone
Abomination made of invasive cells
"Becoming non-being," it utters at the outset of every day
Unable to breath, 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 sovereignty 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 gathering of kin to witness my final breath
Their hands and words allay me
Memories to bring to death
The brine a**uages 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
The mass inside me demands that I atone
Abomination made of invasive cells
"Becoming non-being," it utters at the outset of every day
Unable to breath, 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 sovereignty 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 gathering of kin to witness my final breath
Their hands and words allay me
Memories to bring to death
The brine a**uages 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