one day, i want
a death i’d like.
to visit grim
late in the night.
He’ll take my hand,
show me the light,
and i’d be ready
without a fight.
not scared of after,
of golden gates;
of God’s jury,
or new lifes wake.
i’m scared how i’ll go
but not afraid to die
as long as one day
it’s a death i’d like.