As neurons fail and chemicals decline
My sanity begins to drift away.
Into a mirror staring straight at me,
What once was flesh is now distorted clay.
So cut my wrist with sharp forgetfulness
And spread the wound before I sprinkle salt.
My blood cascading free, and then I fall
As moist and miry earth becomes a vault.
The gift of death bestowed upon myself,
A final canto carved by steady hands;
Because my thoughts in decadence abides,
I cast my mind adrift o’er thoughtless lands.