Death

Come weep at my grave,

And let it be forgotten.

When memories are immortal,

How would I be rotten?

For being lived has no meaning,

When my death kills so many.

Broken hearts heal so slow,

I'm no one to break any.

Trust me, love death,

For you won't be living dead again.

Death is a boon to heal all wound,

And it is such a gain.

Be no scared of grave

Nor curse the death.

For me and you, will all be dead.

Not with kin and kith.

The day you sleep forever,

Is the day your pain ends forever.

So life and death are so beautiful,

And that is still forgetful.

No matter how we are,

We all end up the same.

For death has no you and me,

As we are just playing a game.