Death has no remorse.
It takes when and how it wants leaving us confused, lost and torn.
Death is pain. Leaves us sick and shamed.
You will never see, feel, argue, laugh or talk again.
Why? It's simple they're dead. Can't pretend.
Death makes you miserable. You lose your spark, your interest in your own life.
Nothing makes sense.
You wonder what happened as they died?
Did the pain take over?
Was there a sign, warning or a scent?
Did a voice call them over and lure them away where others have been?
Or did death do its job? Make us cry to have us worry of our own time to die?
Regret, anger and so much more.
So mad having this pressure on your chest. Feels tight mainly sore.
What was it you forgot to tell them? What was it you didn't want to say?
Doesn't matter. Death is a killer and as taken them away.
Let's tell ourselves they're at peace, not feeling pain.
Sleeping with angels somewhere you will never see.
That makes you feel better, takes your mind off the true disaster.
The time when its you death comes after.
We seem to forget we will be next.
Car crash, stabbing, sickness or a bullet to the chest.
Feels like we wasted alot of time.
Deciding good, bad, right, wrong, your's and mine.
Say what needs to be said before its too late.
It won't heal your suffering but for a moment you will feel okay.
Isn't that what matters?
No pain no gain.
Joy and laughter.
Death will break you down. Have you so broken the pieces fall making not a sound.
You're the sinner and death is the unpaid killer.
Say your goodbyes while you're still alive.
Death has no mercy.
Can't win, can't beg.
Simply close your eyes and slowly fall into the sleep.
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