Suicide

Suicide, my hands have been the death of me.
Suicide, my body vertically bound, my hands next to me.
Suicide, my eyes no longer visible to the naked eye
Suicide they scream shocked, surely not I.


The tight noose that we call life was a misery.
The tight noose of this rope has set me free.
The extrusion of the physical, releasing the soul: oh what a mystery.
The letter I wrote to my mother secretly.


She,the one who gave life will mourn my departure.
She,the one who nourished me in life will unhook my stature.
She, the one who cradled me in life shall cradle the body of the boy whom she once called a son.
She, the one who gave me light shall be my rising sun.


In death I am free, my soul unleashed into the universe; a beam.
I know it may seem, a cruel end ,but for me, it is the dawning of a new day.


Suicide, my hands have been the death of me.
Suicide, my body vertically bound; my hands next to me.
Suicide, my eyes no longer visible to the naked eye
Suicide they scream shocked, surely not I.


Do not cry over me, in death, I live forever.
Do not weep over me, for in my demise, I shine eternally