A gunshot in my temple, tempered by cocaine;
Barbiturates, so honeyed dreams shall never fade;
Or seppuku and its seizing, searing pain
As my tenderly nurtured flesh meets whetted blade;
Plunge a dagger into my dear neck, and wailing
Screeching, screaming qualis artifex pereo;
Or must it be by self-immolation, flailing,
Buckling, gyrating in an obscene rodeo;
Fall upon my sword, or trust my loyal maiden
To smuggle in an asp and to it surrender;
Perhaps a ripened apple, cyanide-laden
To exit without pain, and go out in splendour;
Which do I adopt, the most beautiful way
To pass into freedom, and escape from today?
Barbiturates, so honeyed dreams shall never fade;
Or seppuku and its seizing, searing pain
As my tenderly nurtured flesh meets whetted blade;
Plunge a dagger into my dear neck, and wailing
Screeching, screaming qualis artifex pereo;
Or must it be by self-immolation, flailing,
Buckling, gyrating in an obscene rodeo;
Fall upon my sword, or trust my loyal maiden
To smuggle in an asp and to it surrender;
Perhaps a ripened apple, cyanide-laden
To exit without pain, and go out in splendour;
Which do I adopt, the most beautiful way
To pass into freedom, and escape from today?
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