How I PlanTo Die

One day I am going to leave the house without my key.

I won't have a need for it you see.

I will walk along the road until I reach a motorway.

But I wouldn't have to do this if there were another way.

Such is life and life is such.

Yet I'm afraid we've lost touch.

Across the fields I shall stroll along.

Singing any mindless song.

Just something to pass the time.

As I walk towards this so called crime.

Acknowledging the cows and greeting the sheep.

I will not eat and I will not sleep.

My legs feel tired and my mind agrees.

But I carry on my hands and knees.

Through shit, mud and rain I crawl.

Never stopping because I hear the call.

I don't care how dirty I get.

I'm not bothered if I'm smelly, cold or wet.

The next day I weaken more.

Giving in to let my body hit the floor.

I shall squirm like a worm out of the ground.

But I won't complain, you won't hear a sound.

I'll dig my nails into the earth and drag myself along.

I intended not to stay strong.

Finally I won't have any strength left.

I won't be concerned with my laboured breath.

I will flip myself over with my last ounce of energy.

And lay there waiting for fate to condemn me.

As I lie there motionlessly staring up at the sky.

I won't be wondering how, if, but or why.

I shall watch the stars as they flicker and fade.

One by one the choice is made.

I will admire them for their bravery.

And offer myself for the emptiness to save me.

If ever I find that I'm too consumed to get by.

This is how I plan to die.