Twisted Fantasies

Dying is a fantasy;
It calms my distraught mind.
If anyone would dare to look
Within my cluttered head,
They'd know that my sanity
Is much too hard to find.

It's not like I wish to die,
But if my time came near,
I'd simply just accept the fact
My life will soon be gone.
I wouldn't fight to stay alive;
I would be without fear.

When I take my final breath,
I'll close my sullen eyes.
My mind will by then be no more
But before I fade away,
I'll manage to remember that
It's not so bad to die.