Death
Death,
So painful yet so real,
Robbing us of love and hopes alike
Do we need wish for more?
Than to just wish you away?
Of my grandpa is gone
And so the tales too
All because you wanted more
Me ask when less you will take
For now for then, its grief you breed
If only I had the power bereft
To destroy you away I would
For the sorrow you left me I cry
And my dear heart you tore
No mercy for you would I feel
And clear my conscience would be
To say I hate would be
An understatement and a blatant lie
Forever gone and lost.
Death,
How I wish you were a tree
So that I would cut you down
And feed you to the fiery furnace
That you may feel the scorching pain
That I too had to pass.
How bad I wish you would go.
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