Its nice to hear children laugh.
Not until its 1am.
my kid always disturb me with laughter
not but at the mid of night.
i went to her grave to beg her.
Neither will she listen to my apologies.

It's not death or dying am afraid to see.
but that I do not want afterlife to be eternal.
when my pale dead body is facing up, I want but nothingness to see.
I do not want consciousness to behold when I cross life's drowning sea.

Uninteresting when folks have death experience.
maybe they come back to comfort us that are here
explaining what is real, and not the confusing conjecture bandied on it's fence
or maybe injecting fear and setting our hearts at ache for the coming furnace.

One will say 'have no doubt, adios, my friend, be in panic.
there definately is a spirit world.
Their world is as realm as ours is to us tragedic.
we are the ones sleeping for they know what we do but not aware that what they do is percific.

He was a rat, she was a rat
down in one hole we did dwell
both were as pale as a witch's cat
they loved each other well.

He had a tail, she had a tail
both long and fine
each said 'yours is the finest tall
in the world, except for mine.'

He smelt the cheese, she smelt the cheese,
they both said it was good.
both remarked it would greatly add
to the taste of our daily food.

He went out, she went out,
I saw them go with pain
what happened to them i never can tell
for they never came back again.

I was reading a book about him, because I got lost in his maze.

The glimpse of rotten skulls, broken joints and stolen eyeballs got me agape.

I heard the trees scream loud and dance blind in the darkness to the raging wind.

Even though no, yet he seems to stand akimbo ahead the freaked me In his black hoody cloak that made him darker than the darkness that engulfed the scene.

Who again will rescue my soul from the grip of he who purloin my healthy mind?

He was a familiar sight in my nightmares for years rewind.

If I break loose tonight, next time, the reaper will still come to grasp my ****.

light thinks she travles faster
than anything she thinks she is more stronger

no matter how fast she travles
even if the bone of her kneels crackles

but she finds out the darkness has always got there first
and waiting for her who calls herself best.