I think everyone dies I truly do Every time they close their eyes They remain motionless for hours Until they are revived
Do you disagree? Clearly you do Care to show me your proof So that it may sway me To a more accepted pasture
"Well what of their vitality?" "They still move and shiver" "And they breathe as if alive" "Surely if something died" "Their movement would cease"
Yes, their heart beats, and yes, they awaken But I truly think they, themselves, leave
Why do I arrive at this? You mean how, Through a simple observation I suppose it, at least, to me It began like this:
When blackest blanket with yellow dots encircled The sky and the heavens above I found myself watched and groped by the air For someone was watching me When nobody was there.
My Friend said to make my poem flow more instead of rhyme I disagree but here you go I attempted it.