Something About Death
When heart pumping stops
Memory is gonna lost
Eyes blink like stars
No sunrise is in course
The night will come and stay
Airflow will be concrete
Temperature measured low
Pain and pleasure will cease
No needs for food and drink
The Souls will go back
Where they came
No word could help to say
The plastic world
Shuttling among dimensions
Listen to the music
You need to tell no one
You will be entirely free
And extremely pleased
Could I guess your possible results
That in darkness Your flare made
A world I saw
Copyright © Xuefeng Pan | Year Posted 2019
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