DEATH
1
A place of rest
A place of peace
No thoughts or senses
No feelings or suffering
Just a hidden place
Where ones soul stays kept
The sun, the moon
The stars and the clouds
Produce thunder and rain
All the while the soul lay peaceful
Until a day when the world becomes perfect
The soul shall wake when the Heavens do open
And sprinkle upon us a new life that is humanly perfect
DEATH
2
I have held death in my hands.
I have touched death before it was knocking,
Before it took its next victim
I talked to death before it knew I was there
I hated it … I hated it up to the very end
Death takes what it wants
Leaving behind lingering side effects
Death hurts all around without prejudices
Wrapping its hands and choking our hearts
Only to loosen the grip and tighten again
Death makes you angry
Anger of the loneliest kind
You beg and plead
Please take me too
But death refuses to listen
Until a day you least expect it
Death takes its toll
For once it listened