Death

A bottle of rum,

a vodka glass,

a broken mirror...

Charcoal scraped on the floor,

life has boundaries,

which you can't surpass,

and if you do,

you go back to black,

white flowers thrown into a hole,

a hole if darkness,

a hole that contains a dead body,

3 tears of cry dripping into the hole,

5 last words,

1 forgotten memory,

one that will be remembered?

or one that won't.

slowly the world will be full of dead bodies,

white flowers,

and forgotten memories,

black suits and priests,

cries will be the only thing we hear,

the world is turning black,

death is black, dark and unforgettable.

may your last words be said in peace