A death worth living.

Dying is the final task.
Your casket lays in the sun to bask.

As they lower your body in a hole.
Up above flies your soul.

You embrace death like an old friend.
My grave stones there, with the others it does blend.

When people die, they tend to forget.
As I look down on all the people there’s no regret.

Though life is such a precious gift.
It’s an amazing thing to have your soul lift.

But it wasn’t for me I left to soon.
It was my own accord, my life was a typhoon.

Suicide is the last resort at any time.
But don’t act as if I made this decision on a dime.

It was thought out for a while.
As my soul soars my troubles tumble from their pile.

I will walk with my fellow companions.
Forever on Earth we aren’t the champions.

There is nowhere for people like us.
So we roam around without a fuss.

Do not mourn we are happy now.
As we stand here, our heads bow.

We never could be one to make tame.
Don’t worry we show no shame.