Kindness Of Death

The cries can't be heard

The lies can't be a bore

Eyes bleed to make it worse

Stand on the verge of life

And death feels so beautiful

What you can't see is not there

What you can't feel is cold

A life to die for

Is the soul happens to be remembered

Or the body is all

Let bygones be bygones

Cause remembrance gets old

The cycle of death is constant

And the change of constant unfolds