Death will come for all men when it is their time.
You sit and in your world the sun is gone,
And night has taken hold.
Though as young as you are old,
We choose not when death will take hold.
And my day will blaze on,
My skin soaking in sunlight;
But I too will join you in ground and dirt,
Where the earthworms burrow
And the shadows spurt
Gushing upon my once tanned skin,
At level where it basks your rotting limbs
But this is not you anymore.
.
You will not always be alone,
but for now, I cannot join
So, cry wherever you are until my day has come.
.
Or perhaps my delusions have taken hold
Perhaps my world is the newer
And within yours my heart is cold,
And my blood flows no more
As you stroll in sunlight galore.

Please do not leave me here
oh god I’m so cold
It’s all so cold down here
So, lonely down here
I’m calling but
It never reaches your ears.