James White

“…And the things about us is,
we feel good things,
way up here,
but we feel bad things,
way way way down there.
And we’ve gotta try and remember,
there’s all this space in between,
we’ve gotta try to live in there too.

Right?”

You Don’t miss them until they’re gone,
but by then it’s too late,
because Death is on a schedule,
and for no one does Death wait.

And I don’t want to die in a hospital,
surrounded by strangers,
and strange pills in orange bottles,
in a sterile white room,

it all happens so soon,
no matter how long life is,
it’s over in an instant,
a flash of memories and then,

that’s it.

And I don’t want to die in a hospital,
soul trapped in a sick body,
dependent on a care taker,
that couldn’t care less later,

I don’t want my family to see me sick,
I don’t want to feel my body erode,
I don’t want anyone I ever loved to see me suffer,
I just want to anonymously go,

oh,
God,
please,
no.

I don’t want to die in a hospital,

holy fck I’m fckt you’re fckt we’re all fckt,
and there’s absolutely nothing we can do.

“…And the things about us is,
we feel good things,
way up here,
but we feel bad things,
way way way down there.
And we’ve gotta try and remember,
there’s all this space in between,
we’ve gotta try to live in there too.

Right?”

You Don’t miss them until they’re gone,
but by then it’s too late,
because Death is on a schedule,
and for no one does Death wait.

And I don’t want to die in a hospital,
scared of death until I’m scared to death,
I’ll be the first one to admit it,
don’t worry Death is the gift that we all get,

you won’t be left out,
soon it’ll be lights out,
so make some memories before you go,
because life is art and it’s all part of the show,

though,

I don’t want to die in a hospital,
that’s not the way I want to go,
I’d rather die young in some sort of freak accident,
and if God’s not willing I’ll take the initiative,

and maybe that’s why I live so recklessly,
because I don’t want to die eventually,
I don’t want those that love me grieving,
I don’t want to draw out the suffering and agony,

honestly,
fck that,
would rather die mauled by a tiger in Africa,
or even something as cliche as a car wreck,

I just instantly want to go,
from being what is to what was,

because,

I don’t want to die in a hospital,
surrounded by strangers,
and strange pills in orange bottles,
in a sterile white room,

it all happens so soon,
no matter how long life is,
it’s over in an instant,
a flash of memories and then,

that’s it.

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆