What to expect
when you walk
in the world of dead?

Everywhere that is there to go,
There is that same annoying-
Coldness that creeps upon my shoulders;
Darkness that doesn't let me take a step.

My mind has become numb &
My eyes has become weary
With all these scary masks
That make me take a detour
The moment I meet them!

Is it too bad?
All I want is a fellow human
who-
own their own beautiful mind;
voice their own delightful thoughts.

Is it too bad?
All I want is for someone to show me
How their eyes form beautiful crescents
As a sweet smile grace their lips.

Is it too bad?
All I want is for someone to show me
how their tears leave a trail of their own
On the cheeks that played it's part
On a loud hearty laugh not too long ago.

But what to expect
when you walk
in the world of the dead?

And one...