Well, of course, I cannot agree with the politics of your poem. Life is too, too precious
and I see no 'beauty' or 'joyfulness' in the act of taking it. It is a gift. So I will argue with you there is nothing 'romantic' or 'beautiful' about swinging by your neck, alone, and hearing the gurgling, choking sound you are most probably making, lol. A true loss of dignity for the soul?
This poem, I guess, is a sort of poetical "love of death"? But, Ken, I do not believe you! The words and phrasing are great; you are a very able writer, but I do not believe the speaker in this poem.
Thanks for listening. Jackie