When will it happen?
What will happen?
Will I
enforce                        
it,
wish                            
for it,
expect                          
it?

Will I experience a
whitehotfierypain,                        
consume my final moments in
a furious anguish,                            
barely able to come up for
one last intake of sweet oxygen,
a barely audible 'goodbye'?

Will I become so comfortably
numb,                                                  
hear static imagination collide with
sudden reality
as I slowly glide into
my eternal oblivion,
all with one slow
smile?                                                  

**How will I succumb to Death's cold embrace?