Did you fight for me,
or did you just say goodbye?
Was I a thought for you,
when all I did was cry?
Did you hold onto life,
As I held onto yours?
Hammering your chest
hoping for your eyes to wake.
Or did you let yourself,
be captivated and wooed?
When you saw that light!
Calling on to you.
Or were you petrified,
numb to my lips,
and deaf to my words?
When you saw yourself being buried alive.
So I ask you one last time.
Did you fight for me,
did you fight for our love?
Did you hold on to dear life,
as I held onto your corpse?
For it were just seconds,
I saw you laughing
I saw you smiling
I saw you get up
only to be a cold body
laying on the floor.
Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce, And whether he's slow or spry, It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts, But only how did you die?-Edmund Vance Cooke