THE DEATH AGREEMENT

You cannot die without consent --
not fate, not force, not accident.
No final breath, no last goodbye,
can come unless you choose to die.

It's not a deal you sign or speak,
but something silent, dark, and deep.
The soul must nod, the will must bend -
or death cannot begin to end.

Through some may beg and fight for breath,
Each death begins with one consent --
a quiet shift, an inner yes.
Not wound or time, decides the fate,
but when the soul aligns to end --
No force can cross that final gate,
until the soul agrees with fate.