Death

Death comes swiftly
Death comes quietly
Death comes slowly
Death comes violently
But why oh why won't he come to me?
Should I smoke the cigarettes?
Should I drink the liquor?
Eat laxative and puke blood?
I don't want to die
But today I don't want to live
And when that is the answer
Only one thing is certain
Pick up the bottle
Drop the phone
Ban the tears
Rip your heart out
Watch it beat in your hand
Die.