Some of us go out with sirens
That scream "get away! GET AWAY!"
Some go out with quiet beeps
That whisper we are going, just not yet.
The bravest of us go out in armatured chaos
Where we don't hear the monster’s whiz.
Or in a unsided casket where
we feel the cries for all we used to be.
Which would you prefer,
Which door into eternity?