In the blink of an eye the world could explode,
and you would never know it.
One second you singing in your garden,
and the next a stray bullet penetrates your skull and the lights go out.

A sudden immersion into the depth of death and darkness,
a still and quiet place at the edge of existence and the unknown.
A silent scream that would never end,
and never be heard.
This quiet plea for life,
never acknowledged.

And laid in a grave
Your empty eyes beg them to keep it open,
For when the lid is closed the light is taken away;
Stolen under mounds of dirt,
Flung over your corpse,
D***ing it to the slow decimation of flesh,
Leaving aged bone to stare at nothing for an eternity.

Death, a silent door,
That leads to a silent place,
Where nothing,
And no one,
Escapes.