We see them close to us.
We don't think if they are going to go.
To the grave where all will lay.
To sleep forever.
Never to be seen again.
We fight against their will.
Then with a split second.
They are gone.
No sign of life.
It sometimes haunt our minds.
When your the one watching.
The ones your close to, fadeing.
Watching them suffer.
Feeling that you can no longer help.
Wanting to do something to keep them around.
Before long.
They are cold.
Their own memories come back.
Every second is now torture.
Hopeing to see better things happen.
That old clock keeps ticking.
Timeing out to their death.
It begins to wind down.
Towards their end.
Keeping a watchful eye.
Their breath becomes shallow.
Sleep is to hard to come by.
Not knowing when they'll go.
You think of things of your past.
Seeing if there's a way.
Looking your self in the mirror.
You start to feel regret.
You start to have remorse.
Then the clocks times out.
They lay cold on that bed.
Gone forever.
Never to return.
The one person that took care of you.
Is now gone.
You can no longer think.
Then you watch their body go six feet under.
Lost forever.
That was just one death of your family.
The memories you have of them.
Is now a haunting.
You'll never know who is next.
Soon it'll be you.
Death does not wait.
It'll take you down slow.
It'll take you quickly.
Death... Enough said.