Will death be sweet?
Will it gently take me by the hand, kissing my lips as my last breath leaves my body?
Will it guide me carefully through the film of my life
Recounting each event with me
Holding me through tragedies
Beaming at the happy times
Never leaving my side
Will death be violent?
Will it shove me around,
Forcing the last breath out of my body?
Will it jerk me through my memories
Mocking the good times
Incriminating me for the bad times
Abandoning me at my most vulnerable