Death seems so,
peaceful,
so calm,
and relaxed,
with company,
and warmth,
serenity and,
maybe bats,
Death doesnt fret me,
or bring me to tears,
ive acually been quite,
facinated,
about the dead for years,
Is there blackness?
or do you last see white?
can you see an old pet?
or past wife?
Can you escape the world?
and live without life,
can you hide in darkness?
away from the light,
Death seems so,
beautiful,
untouchable,
and unique,
mysterious,
and comfortable,
when will it take me?
Death does not alarm me,
Im acually intrigued,
are you flesh and bone?
Do you speak and breath?
Could you look away from others and,
not hear their spite?
walk away from hurt,
and never need to fight?
Death can be so wonderous,
im curious to say,
what would the world think?
if i were to drop dead today?
