Death lives to take lives
Its existence complements
the brighter days to be turned into darker nights
What's loneliness how would it understand?
For it was born alone
And if it really has a soul
She's then not to be blamed
From her perspective she showers peace
But this much silence is not peace
What's peace how would she understand?
If she has no soul then
It's a sad reality to be accepted by our poor souls
Though we have a soul and we can understand

Where the path leads me
I have seen many die here
I can still hear those silent sighs
The questioning tones and confronting whys
Though it leads to a destiny
It is what we all heard
I see no signs of hope there
The screams are loud enough to be heard from here
The woes to soul are much evident from here
Still without a clue I continue the journey
With a hope of being privileged where
There's in actual no hope near