Death

The sand of time,

Is falling from your grip.

You're drowned in the dark,

Very very deep,

You want to forget,

The very last page,

When the bird of life,

Will fly from its cage.

You will be thrown into flames,

Like a heap of dried leaves,

Leaving behind you,

Your pleasures and grieves.

Whom to love,

Whom to fight,

Whom to hate,

What to hide,

We are all like mad,

Playing a meaningless game,

All is one, with a different name.