The
path of death so mysterious
No
one knows where it goes,
No
one knows when it starts,
But
everyone know they’ll pass!
The
path of death so dark,
Hiding
all that can be seen,
Black
even in eyes of science,
Only
visible to the passenger!
The
path of death so lonely,
Everyone
travels alone,
Even
when take off is the same,
All
must stand or walk alone!
The
path of death so quiet,
All
passengers say nothing,
They
neither smile nor frown,
They
just remain silent!
The
path of death so ageless,
From
start to date still the same,
Still
does the same fright,
Still
brings the same pain!
The
path of death so crashing,
Bringing
it all to the ground,
That
entirety that one holds on to,
In
the face of death is all let go!
The
path of death so terrifying,
To
the strong, weak, poor, rich,
It
is a compulsory journey,
It
takes mud back to mud!
The
path of death has tranquility,
The
passengers are fully relaxed,
Eyes
closed, muscles flaccid,
They
are still until they dry.
The
path of death is the end
Perhaps
beginning of suffering,
To
the world it has all ended,
Elsewhere
we are blinded.
The
path of death separates,
Even
the strongest bond of love,
The
hurt and the anguish
The
core identities of death
The
path of death is final
The
journey of all the living
Let
love be your life story,
The
rest will be history!
