• I want to experience death.

    I want to feel the faltering of my heart
    and its flutter as it comes to a
    tremulous stop.

    I want to see the heavy black velvet
    cloaking and smothering, while I
    choke on my last gulp of air.

    I want to feel the paralysis of muscle
    and the last tingle of pain as
    my nerves slowly cease to function.

    I want to smell the great heaps of earth
    and her cold, clammy sweat as
    I am entered therein.

    I want to hear the resounding echoes
    of nothingness when I have
    nothing to hear but silence.

    I want to feel the heat slipping
    from my body as my life
    slowly falls away.

    I want to experience death.
    And most of all, I want
    to live to tell about it.