I don't want to write,
I don't want to breathe,
But when my lungs might,
Have air passage cease,
I won't be alright,
I'll beg and I'll plead,
As I see the light,
Dim and recede.

I say I want death,
Until it is found,
Until my last breath,
Until the last pound,
The heart and lungs strength,
Has suddenly drowned,
No sign of life left,
No movement or sound.

I wake from my grave,
To smiling faces,
Tears fall as they gave,
Quite warm embraces,
This time I've been saved,
Not in all cases,
Shall death not enslave,
My life and its graces.