Death

Death is not all white lights
and someone calling you home.

Death is darkness and
what feels like your flying
out of your body.

Your heart slows
saying its done with life.
Your mind shouts to loved
ones goodbye.

Hands hold yours for one last touch
before your skin goes ice cold.

Death is not peaceful
you feel everything,
every touch.

You hear everything,
every cry.

And yet some how you don't
think your dying.

That the darkness isn't pulling
you away.

The Grim talking you away
Not you, you think.

But Death has other plans
Death would rather you live,
you life, and be hated while you do.

So Death can laugh and watch
till you try again, and again.

Death is easy, Death is mean.