A dog could tear my limbs from my torso,
Toes from my feet,
Or hand from my arm.
An eagle could swoop down from the sky
And grab me by the shoulders,
Maybe it would pick me up and drop me.
The sea could come and wash me away
And drown me.
Zombies might become reality and bite me
On the neck,
Then I would no longer be myself.
These things are possibly possible,
They could perhaps happen,
That does not mean that they will.
One day I will die,
And when I do
I hope it is dramatic.
I don’t want to die in my sleep,
For death is just like sleeping,
I want to die,
Alive!
