I loved Joe.
He was my everything.
But then I head to go,
Since I heard that troubling ring.

"Joe was in an accident and he.....DIED?!?"
I didn't know what to feel.
I sat there and cried.
People could hear me screaming as I know this was real.

They say that love is patient and kind.
Can death b  the same?
Both love and death bind,
With us but is that just a game?

When I was a boy, my mom told me,
That I would find both death and love.
She said I would find love first as it should be,
And then find the dark death as a black dove.

I was scared of death as anyone usually is,
Since it's an issue no one really knows.
There's no bubble and fizz,
To the grueling death who has lots of foes.

When it finally came time to die,
I was scared like a bad dream.
Death told me there was no tie,
And that I would have to walk across the stream.

I had no choice.
I had to go.
But I heard a voice,
It was Joe!