I Who Took a Life So Easily

In this faithful mirror, darkly do I see,

My own reflection staring back at me.

If indeed this body did belong to thee,

Then why does this mind claim it cannot be.

Oh, I who took a life to mortify.

These quiet crimson eyes, how they do entail

That this crooked head has gone deathly awry.

I have tried to reach freedom to no avail.

Oh, I who look a life cannot contest

The rhythmic thumping on which I did rely

Has become dull and nearly naught in my chest.

How can I set this heavy free to fly?

I propose a toast to those who oversee

All of those who took their life so easily.