Death I called a disease.
Like a permanent end of life,
The enemy that steal your precious breath away.
Is like a sudden disappearance to no man’s land.
Death is bitter,yet not merciful,
Death is wicked, devours the one you love most.
Teaches you to distinguish the gold from the tinsel.
Death is inevitable,
But you not ready to entertain it.
Is like a natural phenomenon as to born,
You can not hold it neither can it be delayed.
Death is a misery,
But can be infected by anyone he chooses.
Yet you and I still need to die someday.