Unbecoming

"Become undone";
is a chant
that I use,in hopes
of prying myself loose.
There's no use;
throw me a line,
throw me a noose.

There are those,that seek
my life; that I may fade away.

"If only you could swallow it;
if you could only bottle it."

I'm accustomed to this,
in every possible way.

Perhaps, this is the course
of action to take.

 And then...
When it's my time,
and my heart
finally gives way,
I'll revive this memory
just to go out,
with a smile on my face.