It's Your Life

by Fatal Dawn

January 21, 2014

They say dying is easy, but life is hard,

It could be gone early, based on how you play your cards.

As a kid I used to watch the stars,

Wondering how they reflected our lives –

Millions of stars brightening the skies.

Everyone has a life with numbers,

Some are single digits.

Some meet their own slumber,

Just for being wicked.

Life’s next step is death but do not worry.

Someday you’ll breathe again.

Someday we’ll all breathe again.

I once had a dream of me at my final breath,

There stood before me was the Angel of Death,

Ready to take me and I wasn't ready.

Take me to the abyss,

Lost souls, sad souls, chasms, and rifts –

There I stood at the top of the cliff…

And in this wretched dream,

I was a soul with two eyes to see,

But no mouth to scream.

Imagine pain you can’t take away.

Imagine chains that you can’t break away.

Death is what we can’t escape.

It never comes when we accept it.

We don’t always die old and decrepit.

Sometimes we find doom,

When we’re young and in bloom…

Death has no calling card.

Only overdue bills,

A long list of names of the dead, and their wills.

Sometimes we die without a trace –

No one to even identify our face.

Sometimes we play death.

Whatever the case, accept what’s left.

To be ever so blessed,

Just to wake up from your morning rest.

If you don’t see it, don’t waste your time,

No one else can live it.

It’s Your Life.

Life is a shame to be taken away, but a bigger shame to be wasted away.

Written by Thorne McFarlane

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