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.