Random Depressing poetry... yeah I know I'm depressing live with it!

Death and Life

I've been thinking recently

About what comes after life

What if nothing comes?

For my conclusion is that

Death is like drifting to sleep

Once you close your eyes

You never again awaken

For your life is utterly meaningless

You see, death is wilting flowers

Clinging to the life they once had

Holding onto everything dear to them

But eventually giving into despair

Their life, short lived, but lovely

With the breeze in their leaves

And the sun on their backs

Things never again to be experienced...