Chocolate Cake

Taking a moment, daydreaming in my own bliss, forever waiting for the sound, Only a bell to ring, only a cart to bring, presence of a waiter on the grounds. menu on display, appetizers on the way, as the waiter pull out his pad and says "What are we having today?". All the option given to me, opportunity to leave, quiet to sleep, or internal bleeding. I could suffer on the table with the view of a sun roof, I could be wheezing on the floor if I order the Ricin Cranberry Juice, I can get the surf and turf dish with the organs of a puffer fish. With all the choose I've hardly ran though, he says I would just die for the Death Cap Soup, or a bowl of Swedish Passion Ackee salad with different type of seed and chopped fruit, with a kick of spice to leave the final bite.

It hard to choose what is on the menu, so straight to the point for the last thrill, Its not everyday your hard to kill when you cant pick a simple meal. I could just wave him away for a few minutes, let me gather my thought for the plate that Ill fine fancy, there not enough room for an empty stomach, not enough of a health to try all pictures upon my face. Still cant believe I can not get a glass of water, only the finest poison for this establishment, wine and beer, liquor stocks up to the highest ceiling, no wonder most consumers I've come across have drunken attitude. Upon arrive I wasn't greeted the formal service, wasn't force to enter a room, but drawn to it. I've only heard that this was a place that could help you end the misery sooner, without the courage of your own hand, only the last taste to forever sleep, A place for the weak, the sorrow, and the tired. With music, décor, and entertainment, that would kill any viewers on yelp.

They say there no rules at your final resting place, I find it funny cause there's really nothing around to break, and they only ask that you give to the needy, any donations, clothes, jewels, you can leave without. I figured, how else are they paid, the homeless take your coat as you enter, hands extended for any change, they wait on you at the beginning to the end. draw your chair, fix your hair, wipe your chin. and bring your meal. dress in a attire for the dead, dance with the music and the songs around the awaited dread, saying I love you, forever be with me in my heart when you leave. Every hour there's a play, fine acting I must agree, one stop show, end of the credit rolls they bow and pose, with that some of the audience have left the scene. Chosen few to be carried to the end, buried behind the building where the garden blooms the finest herbs and mushrooms. Trucks with shipments coming in may leave with a body or two by a marker. last thing on my mind is where my shell will end up.

final hours, and I still haven't decided, don't know why I'm so picky, any serving will do the job, isn't like I would clean my plate, guess a delight of treat of something I can eat is all I ask for, cause none of these dishes sounds appetizing. As I move my finger across the words on my menu, deciding that if I go with a bang, ill be without my sweet tooth, straight to dessert. There's a number of desserts to choose from, all different from each other with the only exception is that they will leave you without any expression for the taste. simple name at that, they don't give any hint to what's in store, like strawberry shake, Angel Delight, Dream Whip, Eli's Cheesecake, Milky Pudding, waffles, the list goes on that I almost asked for a recommendations. I felt digress, am I not to leave today, how patient my waiter, no my friend, wait with a smile on his face, no trouble cross him as he stare at my frustration as my fingers race. Until finally, as I lifted my head with a smile, coming to the most obvious decision, knowing exactly what I desire, like a lit light bulb from above, I quickly turned to my waiting friend, and as I stared him face to face. "Ill like to try a slice of your Chocolate Cake."