Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Dying
Is an art, like everything
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like
I do it so it feels real.

Lady Lazarus, Sylvia Plath