Death, such a simple word
But does so much pain
Its the thing you would fear
And when it happens
Your tears look like elegant rain
It sticks with you everyday
You think you can get away
But you cant
Death is a crime
Not a simple Goodbye
If you had to die tomorrow
Would it be soft and gentle?
Or do you want to be tortured?
You could be remembered
Not just for your hell, but a story
Sometimes I feel as i have died
Or like i never should of been born
Locked up and crying is not life
But death hurts like a thorn
I swear, I shall not be freed
But ignored
