Death options

Death options

When the day comes,
You lend your will
To someone you love,
When you get ill.

The sword may be a choice,
A stab or a wound
When someone sneaks up,
You’re pretty much doomed.

You could consider poison,
If needs be
You lead a life of pain and despair,
It is effective you see.

You might try a bullet,
From a golden gun
The trigger is pulled
And you’re dead and done.

There are many more paths,
If you choose to go left
Something may come along,
Like the grim spector of Death.