Have you ever wanted to die?

Wondered how the flowers look from six feet inside?

Living was a haze that settled in,

Life was a lie that called me a friend.

Death was an exit, glowing red,

No free trial, but the terms said:

ONE TIME OFFER, CONSEQUENCE: DEAD.

Death is my revolving door.

I’ll have an eternity to explore!

So I might as well stay above

And cherish all the things I love.