I'd appreciate some constructive criticism. I know it needs work, but I don't know how to fix it. Also, this may or may not be in the right forum, so if one of the poetry mods wants to move it, be my guest.
Beautiful and breathtaking,
the blackness of the maw,
her power leaves me quaking,
she leaves everyone in awe.
They gave me a choice,
"How would you like to die?"
When I found my voice,
I could only ask "Why?"
For as I chose in life,
so I would choose in death;
how I would draw
my final breath.
So I was brought
towards my fate,
I thanked the lord for what I got,
for the maw could wait.
But no longer.
Into the capsule I go,
feeling just a little stronger,
my power is in what I know.
For I would know,
what scientists could only guess.
In death my mind would grow,
now who would be the best?
Towards the maw I go.
Time goes by
As the capsule starts to turn.
For what is my final goodbye,
I've passed the point of no return.
There is no turning back.
The maw has a hold on me.
I can only watch the spaghettification
in fascination.
My body is on the ultimate rack.
Gravity rips me up,
like the suns before me.
"Hello maw, wassup?
Want to have some tea?"
She invites me in,
with a look and grin.
Shattered, destroyed, my atoms fly around.
Being polite, they don't make a sound.
I'm quite happy now,
for once I have some regularity.
For gone is the pain from the pow,
I'm one with the singularity.
Thanks for any help.
