By The Time You Read This, I'll Be Dead
What is death?
How do we cope with something
That always tends to leave us so
Fragile in the end?
How do we predict who's going to die
Next? Or are we fully capable of
Knowing but we turn a blind eye
What is it that we tend to do
In these types of situations?
Cry? Throw things? Or do
We just cut off all of our
Full fledge emotions to the world?
Do we curse God, that is if we believe in him?
Do we pretend that their death never
Happened? Do we just move on
Not really noticing or caring
Or fearing anything ever again?
What is death, life, love,
What are all the emotions
That we end up giving away
To others without even knowing
My death it was like all the others,
People try to make it like the person
Who died in their life's
Where special, meaning that
They died differently
Though it isn't true.
I died just like everyone else who
Has died before me
Horrible and cruel like
Shot, stabbed, gutted, tortured, beaten.
And not in that particular order,
I write this to you not before or after
But during the torture that I had to
I say goodbye to the world because the
World doesn't seem to want me
We die the same way we live life once
Innocent and free.
Not a care in the world.
Death is something that makes us see
What the world is really like, not what
Your mother told you while growing up
Rainbows, and happiness all the time.
It's dark, and scary, and real
Do any of us think death will happen to us?
If we think it won't we're all just
Fooling ourselves, we live the life that
We believe will make ourselves look
Good when really it's just the routine
That you mastered and when time runs
Out so does that routine.
Never really knowing if it was time to
Die or if someone just decided to