Death

You sit and stare,
With a blank look on your face.
What do you do there?
Try to pick up the pace.

Scared of what you might find,
You hide away.
Keeping your mind,
Selling your soul.

Satanic as it may seem,
Your heart is broken.
Life is but a dream,
A silent word is spoken.

Try not to fear,
Its just a part of life.
Death is only sometimes near,
Just face the knife.

This is for you Grandma, I love you, miss you and I hope God blessed your soul,