death?

Whe death comes for you,

i guess you will know it.

you soul will be cold,

your heart will get old.

memories will fade,

count down the days,

everything sad no longer matters,

for your soul will be mixed in like cake batter.

who really knows,

what you will do?

will God let you know,

if he's the one to talk to?

everyone cares,

but nobody dares,

to think of the day that you die.