The Kiss of Death

Death is all around, a fatal embrace We all race to the gateways of hell There seems to be no lines All admitted, entrance is free We are born to die In between we cry The few, they grasp the feelings of love More to be tormented on final goodbyes What crazy Gods, make us food for hells gates? Why must we suffer along roads of terrible fates? Why must we die at all? We are not fodder to line the gardens of the Gods A thousand tears, to irrigate one small smile We travel deserts of despair, for what I ask you? A child dances for joy, not knowing life’s cruelty His joy, will be the food to feed deaths cruel grasp Lush gardens, walking paths, and wild rose Such beauty, belongs in the hearts of us all And yet onwards we march, towards the garden of darkness Where, all beauty is darker than night itself Here there is no place for tears Here you exist only in matter, with no soul Here, no one hears Here you lie, in present, past and future Here, is your final cry