I Would Rather... Poem by Rose Rosado

Oh, burn me, rather than being left alone in the cold,
So I am able to turn into ashes;
Or burry me alive with parasites crawling around me;
Or poison my favorite foods and end my misery;
Pour oil on my hand and match a fire on it;
Or put me in a room with phsycos;
Being under 5 horses on top of me;
Take me to the top of a cliff and make me jump
With my eye's blindfolded;
Making me eat left overs from the ground;
These things are more horrifying but I would rather
Do it instead of being left alone in the shivering cold of the dead.



@: It was an english project, I really hope you
enjoyed this short poem! : ]