I don’t wanna burn in a blazing plane,
be bludgeoned to death by my brother, Cain.
I’d rather O.D. with a hemlock drink,
snuffed out like a candle before you blink.
Don’t wanna be skewered by a shark at sea,
fast food for the fishes – a feast for free.
I’d rather collapse in a heap on land,
be buried beneath the soil or sand.
I don’t wanna die of a broken heart,
left lonely by lover to fall apart.
I’d rather a dagger was plunged in deep
to save me a lifetime of tears I’d weep.
I don’t wanna drown in the ocean blue,
like Shelley, the poet, I love so true.
I’d rather depart as I’m dreaming deep,
slip slyly away as I sweetly sleep.