~ How to die? ~

~ How to die? ~

An easy, silken death …

Let’s daub a little silver-cold light, as a matter of fact …

A simple pleasant death, should it be,

Sans any piercing pain, brunt, or wrath …

No venom ricocheting against the red-walls,

Strangling oneself, suspended, is neither fun,

Knifes and blades, Oh God, are so blood curdling — Gross

And, rusty stains are left on the rug … Oh, so, truly clever …

Being sadistic to breaths, alas, has no masochistic flavor …

Now, how to make your life —

Silently, crudely breed with an untainted placid, elegant end,

Fawning (delivering) a nixed ‘nix’ — delicate delectably sweet yet suave …

Stab your colors, mirth, laughter, and those dreams that winged …

I did slay mine, too … living now, a crafty ‘immortal death’,

Ah, such ‘unwisely alive’ … I was … a long, long moment before!