Not a word but a sound.
The sound of silence.
An image of being underground.
Death; is a defiance.
We all die.
So why not of our own preference?
This life is all mine.
I shouldn't need your reference.
Why die in pain?
Why suffer that strain?
I may as well dance for the rain;
If I am to trust you and your decision.
My life is not a circumstance.
It's not for you.
You shouldn't get to choose.
Deem it appropriate not to lose.
You're not fighting this.
That is me.
And all good leader know when to leave.
To surrender to death is not surrender at all.
Because to die would be an adventure,
Death, the next path.
See, not so scary at all.