A misunderstood death is the best
For one dies with the intentions within.

The one thing you can salvage out of life
Is a private death.

One day,
A day like any other

Decide to die.
Like an early morning walker

Would decide
To stay in bed one morning.

So take yourself further from there;

Be a man
Without a plan
To execute one.

You would need a venue.
Don't orchestrate
Don't make it sensational
Don't say things like
'This is the last time I eat an omlette'
Don't leave those clues
For people to fill in later
Don't cancel the appointments,
Pick up the morning papers,
Read the headlines and analyze the greater state of affairs.
I would even suggest: eat a good breakfast
But not better than one you'd usually have,
Don't treat yourself.
Wash your dirty trousers and hang them to dry.
Feed the dog too. Cook lunch for later.
Keep the dirty dishes to be washed in the sink.

Then quietly walk out of the house,
Leave the keys under the mat as always.

Walk towards the sea.
Stand on the edge of the pier.
See the voracious waters below.
And as if you didn't mean to

Fall.