What does it feel like being dead?
Is it calming and quiet
Or is it painful and heartbreaking
Do that world continues after your dead
Or people dwell about you?
We live in a world where no one matters
Except if their dead
Except if their suffering
Except if their the last one standing
Can the world be anymore ironic?
Does life think it's funny?
That when you die is where you matter the most
It’s when you die you become the center of attention
Life is laughing at us
There looking at us
Pointing
Rolling their eyes
Nudging their colleagues
Laughing
People are calm
They are living in peace
They are resting
They are dead
Why do we live?
