A Sovereign Act

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