Let's Die!

Let's die!

You and I.

Without asking why

Or saying good bye.

No caring. No whimper. No cry.

No big fuss

Because I

Would just

Like to know

What it's like to ultimately let go.

Your life is only the making of *_Death: The Show._*

Come on! Don't be a bore!

We can be slain trend setters

Dying with none of that pain or gore,

Without writing forlorn letters.

Leaving no trace of woe

We'll peacefully go

Easy and mellow--

Sinking in as we swim

In the rivers of our whim

Without a coffin or violin

To lay us in or play and ruin

This greatest mood we're in.

Nothing would be cooler _EVER_

Than to take death by the hand and say *I do* forever.

For no other reason than this impulsive fixation

We can unravel timeless questions with instant gratification.

Don't you want to learn all about creation?