Midweek Fix: And Death Cries
I had a conversation with Death last night;
In tears she was; making noises with deep sighs
It startled me; I was scared – I cried
And then I saw her tears; I wanted to ask why
But I was scared.
She said; with that shivery, scary vibe
‘It isn’t your time.’
And she continued; in that same quiet voice,
‘This is what I do; you must think my tears are absurd,
But what we do is not always quite what we love,
Taking old souls really is my job,
But the way the young die nowadays?! Ridiculous!’
I though I understood what she meant;
But then she said ‘I have seen things you can’t imagine’
They say the graveyard is full of potential,
Of what use is potential to the graveyard?
Then I got the gravity of her tears; the weight of this grave yarns
So I sat at my system to spin a yarn
Stop procrastinating; do what you need to now,
No time like the present; I no fit shout,
Don’t live wasted half-lives; the grave has had enough,
Do what you know you need to; the universe needs you.
And death still cries. And cries.
And we die.