How Would You Want To Die, Dear?
by: rj
You’ve always told me it’s not a matter of “how” you die, it’s just a matter of “when”
If that is true, my love, will you answer a question for me then?
If “how” is not important, then it doesn’t matter if one ordinary day, you get run over by a truck?
Or while driving fast on the highway, see a blinding light, collide with another vehicle and run out of luck?
Then it doesn’t matter if, while you’re sleeping, you’re astral projection doesn’t come back
And your soul gets lost forever, looking and looking, but never get back on track?
Will it then matter if, while swimming for fun, you accidentally drown?
And no matter how they revive you, you remain unresponsive til you’re dead out in the sun?
I reckon it wouldn’t bother you, if one day soon you get heartbroken, lose hope and hang yourself?
And people who come to your funeral would say, “what a fool and coward, all he needed was help”?
While on break at work, and few minutes before a meeting, you decide to check the rooftop, the next minute you’re bleeding.
What a freak accident, a slip of the feet, the idiot that you are, fell down from a 20-story building and died in a heartbeat.
You’re such a heavy drinker, way back then, retribution’s not on your side and although you’ve since stopped,
Lighting a cigarette one rainy Saturday, you suddenly felt your heart pop and good as dead, you instantly drop?
You’ve seen and experienced quite a few crimes in your lifetime, but this day feels different and you wonder how come.
You went to the bank as you’ve always had but today somebody shot you, without warning, you were dead, oh, ain’t that sad?
There are countless other ways in which you may die.
But darling, I tell you, if someone had to kill you, I wish it was I.
Let me know where you want it, how you want it and when.
I will drop whatever I’m doing and rush to where you’re at, carrying my pen.
Do you want it swift and painless? Or slow and excruciating?
Oh, killing you will surely add to my life, some semblance of meaning.
Do you want me to strangle you after getting sedated?
Or shoot you with your own gun, with features you’ve always hated?
Do you want me to poison your coffee, your milk or your tea?
Or do you want me to make a video, to show it off on TV?
Do you want me to hurt you a little, here and there?
Or just cut your throat while I pull your hair?
Would you prefer that I do it while you’re happy as ever
While I look into your eyes and promise, “i will love you forever.”?
How would you want to die, dear? Please tell.
I know a little voo-doo, I can cast you a spell.
Tell me how you want it, tell me now before I leave
I’m sure killing you is the best thing I will ever achieve.
How do you want to die, dear? Come on now, do tell.
I’ll be more than happy to take you sooner to hell.
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