Death

The ground stained red.
The eyes lost in the depths of darkness.
Dark, why is there no light?

The beating in your chest has stopped.

Life now over.
Sprawled lifeless on the cold concrete.
No feeling inside or out.
Everything shuts down.

Left alone inside yourself.
Unmoving.
Compressed and caged.

Your last breath.

The road cleaned but not pure.
Your body gone now, but still missed.
The heavens cry when your placed into that small earthy hole.

The feelings you wanted to express,
now lay silent forever.

Can't you hear them?
Those of the living crying for you?

In the end it doesn't even matter.

Your voice clings to your throat now unused.
The constricting box chains you down.
Your stone lies on top of you.
Carved forever more "Rest In Peace".

Do you ever recall that day that you died?
And ripped apart all of our lives?

If you had known that it was to be your last night on earth,
what would you have done?

Would you have cried because your life was short?
Would you have laughed as you remembered your life?
Perhaps you would have pity for yourself for everything you weren't able to do.

Would you recall the things you accomplished with pride?
You might have shouted out in anger.
Or maybe you would have focused on something worth while.

Would you have donated everything that made you, you?
Clothes?
Money?
Every possession?

Did you ever think "When I'm gone,
would anyone remember me"?
Well, I remember you.

I remember you living life to the fullest.
Always laughing and smiling.
You cared for others and helped them along.

You cried when you hurt someone else.
You shouted out only to stand up for others.

I remember that you had always made my day brighter.
Whenever I was with you, I always felt like doing better.
I couldn't help but smile when you sang off key.

You protected me and were there for me.
And because of you I was able to rise from the darkness.
To you, I am eternally grateful.
I just wanted you to know, though I'm sure you already did,
I love you.

~Silver Sun