Death
People fear you as if you were a serial killer...

Some say our Time on Earth is borrowed
I say it’s not...

It's been a while since I wrote like I usually do
without paying attention to meter or rhymes...

I came to be nothing but a shell
swayed by ocean waves...

You are too young and too much of an amateur
to be looking for clues where there are none...

Like rain that clouds cry,
we came to fall from the sky...

Someday, I'll be like a volcano
underneath the sea...

I'll take your comments with a grain of salt
Because I like salty food...

once,
i was a balloon...

There are plenty of ideas
for one to explore alone...

I can't seem to understand,
the mysteries of life...

Dim me like you do the light
I’ll still be brighter than you are...