Death
Death-Noah Holden
Death to most people brings nothing, but fear,
Nobody knows when death is near,
Death is lonely as well as cold,
Nobody, but God knows what this life will hold,
Life blooms and slowly dies like the pedals of a flower,
Nobody knows when they’ll die, not the day, second, or hour,
Laying on an embalming table with no life or thoughts within your brains,
Your blood is drained and cold embalming fluid runs through your veins,
Nobody wants to be in the place I like to call the garden of the dead,
We will decay into the dust from which we are created that’s what God said,
Buried in the ground, your grave surrounded by flowers and crows,
Buried in your velvet interior coffin dressed in your dress clothes,
Remember death will take you no matter what, death doesn’t discriminate,
Everybody is going to die and everybody has a death date.
Copyright © Noah Holden | Year Posted 2010
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