-Written today-
When born..
Out we come..
Kicking..
Screaming..
Wailing, let me go back!
Is this..
How we die?
Does our soul..
Kick..
Scream..
Wail, let me go back!
As it departs?
Wish I do..
To lay to rest this mystery..
Drag blade across..
Across pale white sea.
Sea of flesh.
Part sea.
Watch red ocean of life flood across skin..
Drown pores in crimson fluid.
If, however.. 
This is done..
Cannot be reversed..
And so.
I wait. 
For time of departure.