such a silent thing to fear
but terrorizing from within
the name that plucked our loved ones away
death's roses in a garden
we race to have meaning
to our lives before death knocks
while most of us hide behind
boarded doors and locks
we fear the things we've never known
the ideas of oblivion
that we've missed the chances in our lives
the ones we hadn't taken
will my death be light or dark?
heaven, earth, or hell?
where we are going after life
is something we can never tell