As a child we wished to grow up faster,

Now we look back and beg to be little again.

You grow numb, growing up was the dumbest wish we had.

We sit and look at old pictures wishing we could go back in time and re-visit that day- that year, that age.

You wish you could back in time to tell your parents you loved them that one day they fought,

Wish you could go back and not be so rude to your siblings,

Go back and say one last goodbye to the family dog, not knowing you wouldn’t see her that afternoon after her vet visit.

Go back and watch the puppy so he dosen’t run into the road.

You didn’t want to tell your siblings it happened. You kept it to yourself.

Now you keep everything to yourself, you barely speak about how you feel and you’re bullied by kids in school now; Oh to turn back times, become friends with that one kid maybe it would be different.

But you lay in bed looking at old family photos seeing yourself and whistling you could back and be the once vibrant kid you were.

Not the numb teen you’ve be once over the years, you’re numb. And you wish you could cry but it dosent flow

Everything is numb

Death is cold like the Artic,
Potent like rotten food.

He comes for your loved ones with an outstretched hand, as if asking for candy on Halloween night.

He’s evil, taking your loved ones away like it’s a game, because to him it is no different to a sport.

But why is he feared.

He can’t touch you if you’re not close to the edge of his world, his world of Death.

We fear him because he is the one who will take our souls the day after, day before, or day of.