Death's Encounter

Today there's something strange in the air taking lives without a care. Thoughts of suicide and death, of inhaling one last breath. Oh what a gloomy day headed down a dark pathway. So many faces dead and gone. Will the world last to inhale another dawn? Today I paint a smile upon my face without an ounce or bit of faith. I watch the world slipping away as I debate whether or not I shall stay. The reaper is present here, bringing an end to all our cheer. We begin to question our own fate, but for all we know it may be too late. Is this the end? Will us and Death befriend? Where will we go? Is it like they always told us so? Who do we turn to? What should we do? So many questions left unanswered. So many words thought wise now altered. What will come of the earth once we've died off? Will everything just shut off? Maybe our souls will still be here, but left alone in darkness and pain so severe. For now just listen up and behold for we have come to the next threshold where what's to come is but a mystery, and you're allowed to bring nothing but your own misery.