Cupidus Mortis

[raileus]

I await my death so eagerly like a dog for the newspaper, or a child for christmas, like a mother for a baby, or the trees for the rain.

I await my death so willingly,
as if I am waiting for the bus,
or in line at the grocery store,
or like I am waiting for the mail.

I sleep and I dream of my death so clearly, so clearly that I am confused when I awake again, and I see no time at all where I am not awaiting patiently, patiently for my demise,for this life of mine to cease to be, for my dreams to become reality.