Life is like poision,
it slowly kills itself. 

Once life starts its already preparing for its death.

Death begins when your brain decides it’s time,
your heart follows fast behind,
blood slows too none
as death takes hold.

I respect life,
I also repect death,
because you can’t have
one without the other.

Smiles, laughter, and tears are all you leave behind.
Memories never die,
they live on through other’s.
We are what become the ghosts.