Willow Wisp If I Commited Suicide
Just a shapeless voiceless wonder
Where once stood an animate vision
So clever was my escape
So surprising my departure
And now that I have erased my being
From the throes of entrapment
They insist on thieving everything
I ever held sacred
Most will claim my choice to be
Steeped in cowardice
Just an act of senseless oppression
But at least I shall be my own executioner
Not subject to the ravages of disease
Or the perils of murder
Into realms unknown to the living I have entered
The resort reserved for the brave
Images not reflected by shadows
Mass not dictated by emotion