In the next second, one eye closed...
A body was planted
On our street.

We're all so busy, and petty, and in a huge rush.

In a different light, the life turned purple,
and than black.
It stays black, until washed away
  by the same people who take out our
  trash.
It makes me wonder
  Are all of our imminent corpse just garbage
  waiting to be picked up?