A child sits outside a hospital room,
All she can hear is absolute silence
And the world has gone absolutely cold and distance,
Death looming nearby and if you listen close enough you can hear its eerie call,
Its joy in knowing that one day it will claim you
And the satisfaction in the fact that it will have caused so much pain and heartache before your time,
Through a lover, through a father and through all those you love.

For some death will be a release, freedom at last, they will go willingly
And for others it will be a fight against death’s carte blanche.

For the living, some will cry on the bosoms of their mothers like the child who sits waiting for a mother
That will never return and for some it will be the joy of knowing that an enemy has died or that they can
Cash in now, the heartlessness in not caring that someone is mourning the soul of the dead.

What a strange world we live in, where people are happy knowing a life has ended, where people only
care about money. Is this the world we truly want? A life where we only care for money, is this what the
People are. I shall wonder till the end of time and a message for death, even in your clutches shall my
Heart sing and shall the fire in my soul decimate through every single pain you caused eternally.