Beautiful Death Poem by Dillon Gay

It seems the time has finally come
We've been waiting for months to see some
The sign of death is rising in her
The anxiety is now creeping up to a murmur

She has lived a horrid life
With what little triumph being cut apart by a knife
Her beautiful death is approaching near
The expression on her face is so sincere

A colorful essence from her emits from her ever growing pale body
Gives a reassuring sign for all to see
The escape from her terrible experience is great
And there is no better way to seal her fate

Her hours are nearly up
As she sips from her bedside cup
She enjoys Earth one last time
Before becoming a limp, motionless mime