Suicide is Murder

[Madrigal]

Just like the thread that forms a rope

Entwined are the insults in a swirl

That we call memory.

For the bridge was not the cause

Nor was the truck or its twirl

Nor was it solely the fault of hope:

A wish for a sweeter melody.

It is your thoughts I find amusing,

Beliefs and falsified promises of heaven

That you truly think you?ll earn audience with the King.

Look closely at the thread,

The one behind his neck,

On its face your name,

Inscribed in scarlet fleck.

You insist on calling it suicide

But there will come a day

When in his presence your resolution will stray

As you realize it was homicide.

Suicide is nothing more than second hand smoke.

[Smaccoms]

Very intriguing, I like it. The metaphors and such are complicated enough to make you stop and think as you're reading it. This is definitely one I'll read a few times over time.