Dying

You ask how life is without you.

Well, do you know what it feels like to die.
going up,
just touching the sky.
At heaven's gates, but with no key.

When it's the end,
it's all over.
When life begins to bend,
then break.

When it feels like someone took a knife
and stabbed your world to pieces.
Then you realize, "Hey, that's my life."
but it's to late.

Death.

That's life without you.