Good death

Let the hair recede to an extent
that I don't bother styling the rest
Let the teeth decay so numerous
that the brushing becomes a waste

Let the libido laid at rest

that the desire becomes placid

Let the cancer wring my throat

that the food becomes forceful
Let the eyesight diminish so much
that I perceive no beauty
Let the body get paralyzed
that I can't wander in solitude
Let many hopes get dashed
that I don't dare to dream any more
Let I become a complete burden
that near ones eschew my presence
To that state where the line is blurred
between life and death
To that state where the transition so smooth
that it doesn't feel exist
I want to reach before I die