I don’t want to feel death.
Death’s sigh on my shoulder now, “what this time, stupid girl?”
Don’t let me die in bed,
I don’t want my lover to wake, shake me and cry.
I don’t want to feel my breath shorten to completion or
My skin…my skin to slowly turn cold.
Don’t let anyone wake up next to me,
Their ease to spoil to hysteria, −don’t let their tears drown a once happy field.
I don’t want to− I can’t die safe and warm.
Let me die sudden; don’t let me know it happened.
Whisper my fate when I’m laid on the pyre or in the coffin.
Tell me of the life I saved, or maybe the accident I caused.
Don’t let me feel death as I die.
Let me feel life on a high,
Euphoria in my veins,
And ecstasy in my brain.
Let someone else die in bed, let their lover wake up terrorized,
Let them sleep forever.
Let me live as I die.
