i want to die with the
lights off. and with
dignity. i'm not sure
i'll get both, though.
the sun will be 
interrupting me
and the flourescent
will be almost 
blinding but never
more beautiful.
i've always liked
the smell of hospitals,
the smell of that 
fake compassion.
i would have smiled
at a few, no doubt,
and secretly hoped
they were dying 
like me. i want to
die with the lights
off. and with
dignity. and i'm not
sure why but i feel
that time is of
no essence and no
matter, space is 
just the void
of our imagination,
the dark spaces 
of where we failed
ourselves. i ask
from you a drink
of water, brother,
but i do not deserve
it and will ask that 
your will be done. 
i want to die with the
lights off. and with
dignity. and i want
something to die for.