Death sweeps in taking its toll.
The asking price? One soul.

Left behind is the emptiness
Falling into the great abyss

Lots of items left behind
Tons of treasures for you to find

Some hold on finding it rough
Others purge all of this stuff

Day by day ups and downs
Sometimes smiles  sometimes frowns

Laughter, crying, emotions low to high
Missing you with days gone by
Anger unleashed, curses fly

Blaming God for your misery
Blinding rage is all you see

Pain and suffering in your wake
Happiness seems so fake

Little reminders everywhere
Memories from here and there

Broken lives tattered and torn
Left alone to weep and morn.