Death, the inevitable, the unpredictable
we know not when our time will come
but we are blessed with the knowledge that it is forthcoming
Thus we ought to be frugal with what we have.
When it is my time, I hope you won't come with a heavy heart
but instead with the  blithe memories I've left you with
I hope the things I've done for you will be enough to raise at least a fraction of your lips
into a smile, even if it lasts for a while.
I hope I won't be the reason behind your tears after my death
but instead the reason behind the twinkle in your eyes when you think of me during the times I was still alive
Yes, death is inevitable and unpredictable
and so is life,
for,they make the other half
But if it is the darkness we fear, it is life we're frightful of, not death.
How often has a blinding light been reported on the final breath?