Death is like a shadow,
Silent and unmoving.
Crying in pain,
Pleading, begging for breath.
Wanting to move.
Death is like ice,
So cold but oh, so hot.
Life flashing before your eyes,
Seeing the pain of the living,
Wanting to die.
Suddenly, as you take your last breath,
you wake up.
Crying, happy that you are alive
