The pain passes from me to you
A loss is not just a loss
It is a decaying of the soul;
It is a hole that will never go away,
A fight that eats away at you.
I never wanted anyone else to feel it.

Physical pain doesn't compare
To the type of pain I am describing.
Blood pouring from a wound
Feels better than losing someone of the same blood;
We now share this pain.

Now, my friend,
Do not cry
Or do cry.
It is okay to mourn in your own right.
He is gone,
And it is okay to feel empty forever.

I understand.

Today I lost a friend,
I've watched from afar as he severed his life lines one by one while begging for more,
He dove head first into a pile of crushed pills and clouds of smoke until his soul found it couldn't live in the battered body any longer.
Today, I lost a friend.
When I told him how much it hurt to see him destory himself,
He assured me that HE was okay.
Today, I can't watch it anymore.
He wants this, and I am not brave enough to try and stop him.
I tried that once.
It didn't work.
Today, I let him go.
Because the eyes I once knew have been swallowed by the kind of insanity I wish upon nobody to see.
He spoke, but no words came out.
A string of words that vaguely resembled a message, about time travel and enlightenment tied together by a god complex that was always slightly there.
Today, I mourn.
Today, I lost a friend.

death
waits for
*no one

i understand why you split; i forgive you honey.
i forgive you to the moon and back a thousand times
just promise to come back to me in my dreams with whispers, lullabies and goodnight kisses baby.

It was piercing the way the day slowed in her eyes
As she felt the pain of been abandoned
It was shaking.

It was shaking how the cold stole her skin in the mid of the night
As she watched through her window pane, with tears in her eyes
It was harrowing

It was harrowing how her lights turned darkness
As she moved through time without any hope, wishing her life would end
It was fearful

It was fearful how darkness taunted her soul, and how she searched for light in darkness still
As she sailed in an ocean of endless misery, without any destination
It was blinding

Professor Marylyn-Dolly©

Death is the hand
That touches us all
In so many ways.
It touches our heart,
It touches our soul,
Caresses us to sleep
Gently tapping the body,
'tis then it takes its toll.

Its cold grasp holds us
As it touches those around us.
We lament but to no use
For the hand that holds
shall touch us too
In the end.

Be not afraid,
For tis just the hand of mercy.
Fear not, cry little
For quick and easy is its touch
But its grasp,
Squeezes so
That we cry and cry
But it never lets go,
For we refuse to let it.

Tis not mercy's grasp at fault
But we who struggle.
Her grasp only tightens
As we struggle to get free.
But if we cease to lament
And embrace this hand called death
For what it truly is,
We find she follows her namesake
And loosens her grip,
Yet never lets go.
For if she did
We'd not be with Mercy;
What a horrible fate that would be.

Fragile
And
Delicate
End

I was dreaming to become a hot shot professor
I was planning to lose baby fat around my body
I was struggling to search a maid with reasonable price
I was determined to finish my book before Saturday
I was preparing a beautiful gift for my dear friend since his birthday was near
I was admiring myself for all the achievements and cursing myself, simultaneously, for chances I missed
I was procrastinating to make up with my mother for my last quarrel
I was ignoring Dad's call since I was held up
I was avoiding my siblings since I stole my sister's dress and ruined my brother's XBOX
I was unfinished canvas
But my death didn't cared for me
It stroked me like a lightning; sweeping me away from this world
With the task unfinished
Leaving me no option but to abandon the people- I once loved and cherished
Loosing the strands of goals I wanted to achieve
Above all
The repentance that I never did properly but deep inside planned to do before die
Death  came to me out of no where
Leaving behind my to-do-list meaningless
All my achievement worthless
Who cares now that in which cemetery I reside- lavish or vulnerable
Who cares now that what kind of body I have because now, it'll deteriorate any way
I would be mourned for days and will be forgotten for eternity
I would be cherished in thoughts but not in words
I would be reason of tears and grief not of smiles and giggles so eventually everybody would forget me for, you see, we, humans, are programmed to remember happiness while I am sadness now.
I now feel, though dead, that I did no good to myself
but now
What good I could do as corpse than lying straight.
My doors of forgiveness are closed
No more apologies I can make
No more affections I can take
Only tears to my beloved I gave
Death did me no good
But I can't even complain now
For I, my friend, am Dead!!