A Beautiful Suicide

Into the sky my soul has gone,
above the clouds and towards the sun-
leaving my shell for purposes unknown,
my heart joining for a journey well flown.

I leave to those for whom I cared,
a mem'ry of happiness that once was shared-
though, in time it's distant, most likely forgotten,
remember me not as the one life had trodden,
nor as the victim failure had slain.
If crossed by love, I would have remain'd,
(but) loneliness's misfortune upon me bestowed
a criminal curse from which my passion did corrode.
Hopeless existence, the most pitiful thing,
numbing, eventually, to any poignant sting.
A limit, preset, to what one can endure,
leading you past it, to a recurring allure...

Yes, into the sky my soul has gone
above the clouds, and towards the sun
The warm acceptance and embrace of death,
Proceeding to life after one final breath.



xxxxx