When I die.

When I die
Get a fine slab of marble
To mark my final resting place
And have some innocent kid
Write my name
In colorful chalk
Red, pink, and blue
So when the rain comes
It washes away the memory of me
And when a stranger passes
He can be curious
And wonder who here lies
And wonder if the person was great
Or ill remembered, and that might explain
The missing name

When I die
I want them to serve whiskey
At the viewing
And play that
"We aren't going to take it"
Song by twisted sister
While the man of god
Better not mention the lord's name
More than mine
It's my day of dying, not God's

When I die
I want to leave nothing behind
No gifts, no money, no property
No debt
So I'm likely going to donate it all
To some association bent on saving all the poor
Although they will never succeed
But I'm okay with that
It's all honest and good intent

When I die
I want to be able to say I loved
And that I wasn't lonely
I want to be able to say I died with a smile
And someone was there to hold my hand

When I die
I want to finally close my eyes
And not have nightmares of this loneliness
That eats at my soul
I don't want to be trapped in some eternal happiness
Or in some unending hell
I would prefer to just stop being
Altogether gone

When I die
I want to be positive
I won't wake up this time