Death is a cynical creature It always feigns that it is dormant and it has permanently disappeared, Until it arises from its

deepest slumber and takes away whom we care about most, to their end they cannot ditch For death's time is of pure gold and of the essence, While our time on Earth is as worthless as an unpopular movie feature We cling on to what we presume is ours, Yet when time is taken away from our restless grasp we pout for it as students would pout at a misunderstood teacher Our minds tend to neglect the inevitable truth, The fact that death hovers over our souls each and every day, disregarding who the person is or what they may feature.

My feet walk towards a boisterous crowd I am euphoric and apathetic of my hateful surroundings, I found myself entranced in the smiles of the spectators as they were mesmerized by the loud alluring sound The sound resembled a captivating but sinful melody, Keeping all individuals on their toes as they ecstatically sway to the music like a small mound They will never realize that life's melody is a beautiful lie, It captivates your senses and entrances individuals into its grasp until we have no choice but to drown Life then reveals its repulsive face, clawing away it's serene identity and revealing a very famished hound The fiend craves a soul, pure or sinful, plucked from its greatest moments and achievements, While it midst of all of this we are blinded and entranced by life's repulsive melody which we all presume profound.

As an individual is taken by death's firm hold They urge it to allay it's brutal grip on their feeble body, Screaming in agony as there are also bare in a bone wrenching cold They plead and scream not for mercy but for a small exception to life's atrocious bargain, Death sighs in annoyance as it asks what the human would ever possibly want to propose Tears flood the eyes of the diseased as they request that their eyes see the faces of those whom they love one last time, They pray for one last chance to atone for all the sins they graciously performed in this world A meager attempt to seize their errors from spreading even in the afterlife, Sins that may harm those whom they love and cherish and to the consequences they will never be able to know.

Death bluntly agrees and releases its grotesque grasp Knowing that this is what every human requests, he obliges to the deceased in order to finish his task, The human places a small piece of paper with an apology to all those they loved, cherished, and detested in the world they have passed Tears flood the individual's face once more as they try hold the paper in their arms, Assuring that life's captivating lie and existence will not eternally last That there will come a day where you could merely have a moment to forgive and be forgiven, Before death may grasp you eternally and place you in its possession which will eternally last Before sending a hastily written atonement message which resembles a terrible draft on a rusty craft.