As life goes from heaven and hell
See people in pain with no family to tell
As death comes to take its souls
Many hearts are filled with holes
Those memories lie buried in the ground
A rotting abyss never to be found
Although it depends on what you seek
With a one way future. Life seems bleak.
As death treads closer an end towards end
Is it heaven or hell we choose to spend?
In this life so short and free
We are but a dying branch on the family tree.
Although in reality death is different to a dream
When faced with a loss. How peaceful does it seem.
We all die. Some young some old.
Deaths embrace will always be cold.