Death by Choice

Flip a switch

Subdue a perpetual twitch

Iron chains trail

Endlessly hitched

Lying on a frozen grave

Tossing and grieving

Drowning in bereaved

Desperate cries

for closed eyes

Shielded darkness

to remedy this

My mind is sick

Beg it all ends

by one switch flick

The anxious churn

my stomach burns

Wringing out

the intestinal tract

Pulling breath from

a concave lung sac

Imagining what goes first

The brain, or heart

An unexpected burst

Everything turns black

The warmth becomes cold

Just a body left to mold

I would rather die of passion

than boredom

A seldom bed

pooling red

Laying dead

Thick coats cover

While smoke hovers

Cut open, my

insides spill over

Fragile smile

Peeling paths

illuming isles