Sunrise

I want to die at 
the age of twenty-seven
That's five years
from now
No I don't want to
die in an house
or an wagon
I want to die in
an open field
Won't try to kill
myself with an weapon
I'll just stop
breathing
Let my flesh get
eaten by an lyon
Let the birds eat
out my eyes
Please let me die
with an smile
At dawn just
before sunrise