The tiniest thought of death is the most intimidating.
Maybe because I’ve never been so alive.
I pine for life to never end because the power that came with existence.

Sadly, death is the thief that comes with no warning.

He has a permanent tattoo of all names.
Death steals the living breath from any soul.
He tears the happiness out of hearts and replaces with grief.

He pins dreams to the ground so that they never have the chance to rise again.

But what I’ve been in this life is to stay.
When it is my time it will be as if I never left.
I have begun an empire and it shall ever stand.

What I’ve done will be remembered, somewhere.
My footprints, still on the sidewalks I walked, somewhere.
When I die I will still be alive in a heart, remembered somewhere.