They say you die once but
Death is a greedy thing
That steals living parts of you
And keeps them until you
Pay him with your beating heart.
The first thing death takes
Is innocence.
It takes it however,
Slowly or suddenly,
Letting ignorance
And naive thoughts go with it.
Death drinks it up,
Laughing at this
Young and ignorant taste left
In his sour mouth.
The next is youth,
He takes it until
You are full of wrinkles
And you can't hear
Or see properly
And he drinks it up
And laughs at your
Blind and deaf features
As you stumble around,
Waiting for somebody to lean on.
Next is beauty,
He lets you hold it in your hands
Until he slips it from your
Fingers
And into his cup,
Drinking the conceited thoughts
And ***** lips.
Death takes love,
And leaves a bitterness
In our hearts.
He takes hope,
And leaves an emptiness
In our heads.
Then you die, and all you have left to give him is your ****** heart
And memories
And he his happy,
All because death hates
Sudden heart deaths,
But he likes to wait until we are old
And full of regret.
We die many times.