• When it's life that really fears me,
    It's death that really kills me,
    It's life thats the enemy,
    Death is just an excuse to bury,

    It's people enduring these tears,
    Estrangement from the people they once knew,
    Estuary is where I'll meet you my dear,
    Disquieting noises in the head upon you,

    Stuck in this diverse mind,
    Wishing the present could rewind,
    These sentiments that is formidable,
    As The Reaper meets once again at the table,

    Lives erode in a blink of an eye,
    Esoteric they just sigh,
    Death is easy in accessibility,
    Not understanding is the only ability,

    It happens so appallingly,
    Everything after comes so slowly,
    Whats the real attainment,
    It only makes us rather despondent,

    Abstract wonders and thoughts,
    As the body decays and rotes,
    Nothing here is exquisite,
    "R.I.P.," we say taking a visit,


    Death is not an assumption,
    Nobody waits in apprehension,
    Around the coffin an array,
    Only in the memories we could stay.


    11:57 A.M. 4-6-08
    Written By: JCG