Your youth is over,
with no one but Life to blame.
You once rejoiced in roses
Now only thorns remain-
and you can feel the sands of time
passing through your hourglass
your days flit by like butterflies.
As you linger in their wake-
as eternity escapes
you begin to realize
that what divides Death and Life
is but a very thin-marked line.
They say it doesn’t matter:
“In the afterlife you’ll shine,”
but the sweetest of all lies
is theirs of everlasting life-
for no one wants to die
but we do
so we hide.
Their words are naught but Styrofoam
a crackling cube of lies,
they forge a carnival of air and smoke
to make you forget your demise.
But as you’re lying here
in pleasure and in pain
you see that there’s no need to fear
for Life is just a game.
And though no one makes it out alive,
it is no cause for tears.
We’ll live on in the hearts and minds
of those who hold us dear-
who are right here
and so they’ll keep us all alive
with just their thoughts,
long after we begin
to rot
but we’ll be beautiful in their minds
youthful, elegant, alive
their memories will be our heaven
and their cranium our pearly gates,
the afterlife can forget itself,
in those I love, I have faith.
So pay no mind to others’ fearful lies,
with each other’s help
we can all, against time,
Survive.