Words dance around in my head
And I choreograph sentences
But when I present them to an audience,
Nobody gives a standing ovation

Numb to pain
Dead to life
Blind to the light
For you I sigh
A soul in search
For meaning in life
Must stop and listen
To the sound of love
And a life without plight

I need to escape
The grave weight of my shadow
It always haunts me

you placed flowers in my heart and bees in my stomach

When I was ten, I was given a purple pill
I took it twice a day, without complaints
Doctors said it would make all well
But it made me pale and slightly faint
Little did they expect, the pain started to spread
The disease was no longer concentrated in my chest
Just two more months until I was supposed to be dead
My parents made plants to put me to rest
Somehow, years passed and my health improved
But I write this to you with an IV in my hand
Knowing that my illness with never be fully removed
And I wonder why life will never go as planned

Death slowly approached her bed,
appeared only to her and calmly said,
“Come with me, just grab my palm
and soon all your pain will be gone.”

She’s no longer alive,
I guess she believed his sneaky bribe.
Her body lies on Earth as an empty skeleton
but her soul lays with Death in heaven.

Now she is enveloped in Death’s wrath
and will never escape his tight grasp.
Death took the person I love most,
and now she’s a hostage in his dark abode.