I feel like dying
on the ground
I feel like dying
without a sound
No phone calls
no ambulance
Free as a bird
It was no accident.
It was a unanimous decision
between my mind and my heart.
Play the ambient music
that's what I want to hear
Whether I go to heaven
or stay down here.
Soft guitars and angel's harps
that's the music that begs me for
endeared emotions
Quieter thoughts
Death is serene, isn't it?
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