I Think I Will Not Kill Myself Today

A gust of wind whistles past my ear
I think I will not hang myself today
After all
Who's to say tomorrow won't be a better day?

Still, the rope lies in my hands
Like a coil of snake entwined to me
Do I really want to hang myself?
T'will make my face a hideous blue.

Surely the sun will shine again
And the eclipse shall be no more
Still, the dream of eternal slumber
Brings me precariously closer to the brink of death.

I think I will not kill myself today
Death will remain a wild fantasy
A clandestine dream tucked safely behind my mind
My secret sanctuary.