Thoughts of a Mortal soul.!
Blackness all around me,
Surrounding my ever-so pure being,
Darkness, draining my everlasting soul,
Depleting my chi,
My body, goes numb,
As my soul floats to the ever-so blue sky.

My body, a shrine, for all pedstrians to c.
with his blue shining eyes,
a sad sight, for him, and all to c.

Sad thoughts, crowd my viewers thoughts, as
i am put to rest,
in my casket, i go.
My body, a memory, for all to c.
Salty tasteless tears, drip carelessly, onto my decaking rotting body.


May this be a memory, only for the fate of heart.
My death, a memory, not to be cried over, but to become imbraced.
Death, is always treated, as sorrow, sadness, and tears.
No mortal realizes, the risks some people take, especially when they r in luv.