I Forgot My Code For The Euthanasia Hole In The Wall Machine.(Or…suicide Is Pinless?) Poem by Dan Reynolds

I forgot my code for the Euthanasia Hole in the Wall Machine.(Or…Suicide is pinless?)

Wear me down each chance you get
Cast my hopes adrift
Take my final smiling breath
My extreme function's parting gift.
Wrap your sores with my despair
To stem the flow of your weeping wounds
For though by my hand, were they made
The court of your peers, know I had good grounds
For endless layers of woe is me
May precipitate some poetry
But herein lies the rub, and worse
You've drained me of all joyous verse
My death-mask is setting as I lay here
A memento demento souvenir
It was meant for you, but now, tis too late
I coughed when I started to suffocate.
The Grim Reaper warned me, I am his debter
So I might try again,
………….
………….
when the weather gets better.