No fear no taste.
Gone without a trace.
No one goes there in a fit of haste.

Can't be found.
When your not around.
It's hard to hear underground.

Can you speak?
Can you see?
Are you sleeping in your dream?

No one says life is fair.
When waking up isn't there.
All the same and we die, something
special we all can share.

Close your eyes to rest.
I'll sing to you my best.
Go to sleep It's only death.
Silence now as you give up your last breath.


© Kelli Ritter