Let me imply
that if I'm to die,
it will be on my own terms.
I insist,
need be even with my fist,
that I tie the noose myself.
My foot
will give its input
to the bucket.
And for a single moment
I will be buoyant
among atoms of air.
In the next I will fall,
with my shadow against the wall.
My feet will never again touch the floor.
The rope whispers one last twang
as I hang.
Eyes loose luster.
My life has burnt like Magnesium.
Fast and bright,
like the speed of light.
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 7:44 PM UTC
Let me imply
that if I'm to die,
it will be on my own terms.
I insist,
need be even with my fist,
that I tie the noose myself.
My foot
will give its input
to the bucket.
And for a single moment
I will be buoyant
among atoms of air.
In the next I will fall,
with my shadow against the wall.
My feet will never again touch the floor.
The rope whispers one last twang
as I hang.
Eyes loose luster.
My life has burnt like Magnesium.
Fast and bright,
like the speed of light.
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