This coldness deep inside, knocking my soul in pensiveness.
Uttering the patent words of death, ”You shall also come with me,one day”.
This emptiness within me, pathetic voices, words of pathos.
Deep down right there, I patter across the lost memories.
Death is but not so personable.
A perplexity of happiness and sadness, death leaves scars not so very petite.
Death is plucky for it poaches our beloved yet we don’t remember this always.
The death of my friend, so piteous melted the core of my heart.
Sometimes even sunshine seems to be the darkest of all.
I wonder how she would’ve breathed her last.
Her death is an ugly prompter screaming to me each time
the close proximity of my own death.