What is Death?

What is death?
Death doesn't happen to me.
Death is murder and suicide,
but it's only on TV.

So then: what is death?
Death doesn't happen around here.
Death is wars and hospitals,
but it's never my tears.

And WHAT IS DEATH?
Death happens to only those I don't know.
Drunk drivers, criminals, and those born long ago.
Death doesn't happen to people I know.

Oh, but now, what is death?
I could simply write you a poem.
I could circle five words,
Scream my throat dry till you know them.
Death's a black rose, such a bitch, bittersweet.
How it makes you wanna cry;
How it makes you wanna scream!

Now you ask, "What is death?"
You know I'd love to tell you my dear.
But nobody knows, no one
knows, not a single soul til death is here.

Once it's hear my sweet dear:
It spits right in your face.
Death is a bone-crunching, chilling embrace.