As I lie in my bed awake
I think to myself of death
and how it comes and when it comes
how life is short and death just happened when everything is well
the bell of death will come for each of soon
you shall not know of it
but it will come soon to thy self
I might sound dark and some people must call emo
but this is the truth I lie on this sheets of loose leaf paper
I wonder why life is limitless
and death comes unexpectedly
why death why kill people hat have so much to live for
I shall talk to death soon
each of us will talk to him soon
