What is Death?
Is it the state of nothing?
Or is it everything?
Is Death a person
Or maybe just a thing?
Death invites me,
To his lair.
I want to go,
Because no one cares.
Death wishes to carry me away.
He asks me at the end of every day,
“Will you follow me to a new?”
I reply, “If no one cares.”
Death backs off at those single words,
And silenced is the world.
I step back, myself, and see,
That someone must care for me.
All rights go to me :)
Sometimes i get super depressed...and then this happens