I cannot separate
The speech of life from death
And what they really mean
In the scheme of things.
It doesn't matter anyway...
We'll all be dead some day
It's just a matter of when.
When time stops, folds,
Falls to pieces
Without a sound and the hollow,
Oh, the hollow sound revealed
Engulfs something beautiful...
Scornful and tragic...
Taken away from grace
By the flip of a switch
That changes night from day.
Is it impossible to wonder,
To still be full of life,
When all that's here is pain?
-Lacee Kae
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