Die!

We die. We become a song. 

Or we become a number.

Can we choose how to die?

What will be the perfect way to die ? 

The perfect day to die.

Should we die alone ? 

Should we die together ?

Maybe we can die for our children.

Maybe we can die for our dreams.

Maybe we can die for poetry.

Can we die for love ?

We shouldn’t die for things.

Things are cunning. Things don’t die. We do.

Should we die for religion, for our invisible Gods ?

God ! Should we die waiting for him?

You died. You died for no reason at all.

I’ve closed my eyes. I’m trying to feel your pain. I'm numb.

Does it help ?

Try again!

I’ve closed my eyes. Blocked out the world. Thrown away my cunning things. But I can’t feel enough. I simply can’t feel your pain.