Death

He calls out for his dad, "Papa, don't die. Papa, please." 

And when his tears fall time itself seems to freeze, 

Papa lays in a hospital bed, breathing shallow breaths, 

And inside the little boy is dying a thousand deaths, 

 

Little girl sits in the vets, right next to her mother, 

She's looking at her puppy, she doesn't want another, 

She looks past the vet at his small, weak form

Somewhere inside she knows he won't last 'til dawn.

 

A new mother stares down at the incubator baby, 

What'll be her name? Alexia, Hannah, maybe...?

Baby starts convulsing, something's wrong with her heart, 

Maternal instinct and fear tear the mother apart.

 

In a dark, dank graveyard, the mourners all stand, 

This funeral - so far - has gone exactly as planned, 

Everyone is upset and sad, tears leak from their eyes, 

But I watch them, I know the tears are all lies. 

 

Death is everywhere around us, it's constantly here, 

It's always in our thoughts, in our dreams, in our fears. 

Death is the only constant in this life of uncertainty.

It's just one thing that makes sense in this absurdity.