Death
Comes and goessometimes with a loud bang,
other times, so silent and calm
as much as human nature refuse to accept it
it's part of nature,part of the cycle
facing it with its coldness staring back
feelings of hopelessness,anger,frustration and helplessness,
overwhelms and engulfs not only the afflicted one
but also the surrounding loved ones
Death - can be a blessing to some, a curse for others
it's no respecter of classes,gender,races or any social entities
immortality's just a myth
Death, with its coat of sorrow, eyes of pain
is loved by warped minds,
hated by the lovers of life.
listening to: 'Cure' by Plumb
posted by Jiatine @ 10:50 PM
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