Sorrowful Death

A soul without a body
A body without a soul,
Will death make emptiness,
Emptiness into fulfilment?

Blood rushes from the head
Down to the pale face,
A fake smile is seen
As tears continously falls.

A mind becomes confused
In a whirl of different images,
Of what would death be like?
Heart is on bloody strike!

An eye becomes sightless,
Body starts to become numb,
Spirit starts to break away
Bit by bit from the mortal body.

Eyes starts to close
As the Death's door opens,
Pulling the spirit towards,
Into the darkest moment.

Mind is at constant wonder,
What this death will offer
As the body gets buried,
As the body starts to rot.