Can't die

How can I, how can I die?
Can't take own life
So please send me the man with knife
Instead of one with hug and smile.

He is to cook for me last dinner,
A full course!
Instead of fish and bread
to slice my throat.

As syrup for the berries
what used to be my blood
And last, on top of cake no cherries
But, my gently scribbled heart:

'I loved this world
But world, loved me not'

One candle to be set alight
the man to sing a song
with all his might!
.. like that:
Happy die day to you,
Happy die day to you,
Happy die day fool mere mortal..
Happy die day to youuuu! ! !

poem by Elena Sandu
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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