You take the man out of the

 I hate slow deaths.

I want to be able to rip the bandaid off.

I want the ability to disappear without a trace.

I want to feel all the feelings all at once.

I want not ability or option to go back.

I want nothing but forward momentum.

Away from a slow death,

Hurtling towards a swift one.

And yet something within me tells me to take. my. time.