Saturday, August 12, 2006
Death is like a thief,
It steals away my soul.
Death is like a robber,
It robs me of my hope.
Death is like a flower,
It blooms and wilts away.
Death should not be happening to me,
My last breath still resides within.
Death to me is like a car,
It pumps adrenaline through my blood.
Death to me is like a lesson learnt,
Of my friends, families and dearest ones.
Death to me is like a bedtime story,
Once it starts, you'll never want it to end.
Death to me is just a process of life,
Only to be brought forward when everything else dies.
7:11 AM
