The role of death is to disturb your brink of ecstasy,
To place you in a room with no windows or doors,
To kidnap your senses and leave you blind, deaf, and mute.
More painful than all the painful days in the world
To sting your heart then, vacuum your lungs.
To poke your spine till posture becomes nonexistent.
To make a wave of memories permanent on your forehead.
To empty the void- where love used to be.
A raw force that demands attention and respect.
You are weak like old bones are weak.
The sun is shining, the green grass glows
But you appear all alone.
The role of death is to make you carefree like an infant child is carefree.
by; Me - Jhamie J.