I was dreaming to become a hot shot professor I was planning to lose baby fat around my body I was struggling to search a maid with reasonable price I was determined to finish my book before Saturday I was preparing a beautiful gift for my dear friend since his birthday was near I was admiring myself for all the achievements and cursing myself, simultaneously, for chances I missed I was procrastinating to make up with my mother for my last quarrel I was ignoring Dad's call since I was held up I was avoiding my siblings since I stole my sister's dress and ruined my brother's XBOX I was unfinished canvas But my death didn't cared for me It stroked me like a lightning; sweeping me away from this world With the task unfinished Leaving me no option but to abandon the people- I once loved and cherished Loosing the strands of goals I wanted to achieve Above all The repentance that I never did properly but deep inside planned to do before die DeathΒ Β came to me out of no where Leaving behind my to-do-list meaningless All my achievement worthless Who cares now that in which cemetery I reside- lavish or vulnerable Who cares now that what kind of body I have because now, it'll deteriorate any way I would be mourned for days and will be forgotten for eternity I would be cherished in thoughts but not in words I would be reason of tears and grief not of smiles and giggles so eventually everybody would forget me for, you see, we, humans, are programmed to remember happiness while I am sadness now. I now feel, though dead, that I did no good to myself but now What good I could do as corpse than lying straight. My doors of forgiveness are closed No more apologies I can make No more affections I can take Only tears to my beloved I gave Death did me no good But I can't even complain now For I, my friend, am Dead!!
To my death, that is outright yet undesirably desirable