• Die

    Sometimes I wonder, as days pass by.
    As I think, I watch the sky.
    My heart is gone, my soul away.
    Somehow, I barely pass each day.
    This thought that bothers me much.
    Though, I am not sensitive to touch.
    If one's heart is dead, and they cannot cry.
    What happens what their bodies die?
    Do they go to heaven, burn in hell?
    Or, here on earth, do they dwell?
    It doesn't bother me as I scrape through a day.
    But I wonder, where they go, which way?
    Do they split them from the beast inside?
    Do they take what we have to hide?
    Do we get mercy for suffering this world?
    Do we get to even say a word?
    Because we neither truly laugh nor cry.
    Do we even get to die?