Twilight of Consciousness

Death can take a kiss upon my arse
You are not wrong to think
That my days on earth has been a dream
All that we seem to see are all but dreams within a dream
Its choice of pattern disgusts
Selectively available to victims with guts
Cars crash and bone cracks
Air gasps in asthma attacks
Given names to corny tacks
Cardiac arrests and heart attacks
Souls expelled from their temporary homes
Bodies rigged with bullet holes
Death is a speedy horse everyone will ride
And everybody reading this will die
The old already hurts his pride
Singing to God on a sick bed with a smile
So it takes no pleasure in snatching the old
The fun within his loins lies in the young
Lost in the theory of the young shall grow
Until their trip takes the wrong turn

The boy that thinks he's got his life ahead of him

Dancing to disco and despise the gospel hymn

Playing mortal combat with bicycle kicks

Forgetting he's mortal and his time bomb ticks

The more unexpected the more death gets at it

The more we forget he remembers how we think

We crack up the devil when we tell him our plans

Its safer to take it in our hands

Uttering 'God forbid' at death's mention

Like he cares about our bone of contention

Memory skips over the important fact

To his call we stand at attention

Most die to give him that bold look

Your profile picture might be the last on your facebook

Twilight of Consciousness

Brainstorming of breathlessness

Final chapter of an open book

Death's medal is a golden boot

Kick me to grave

Or stand foot to foot

And explain reasons for the lives you took

I'm disappointed in your expertise

I look forward to your blind date

Artist to artist

Posing at ease at the underworld's gate

Probing you devious twist

In turns of my friends darkest moments

The struggle of UDOKA's poisoned stream

Prying to the mystery of his conscience

You beseech our world with his death in silence

That life? Is that what I should believe?

The accidental design of MAKATI's demise

Much more less satisfying than fiction

Drawn with dramatic possibilities

The old was said to be your mission

Not the young with vast capabilities

Shame on you

You lack creativity

The originality to invent yourself

You gloat in theft

Seizing breathes like old books in library shelves

What is your crowning achievement?

Possessing the evil souls that ended friends?

What a subtle metaphor

Its not like HILARY and CHIZUA now live in your world

So it has been written

We will end one day

A hole of mother earth awaits

It will swallow us all

It is a just end to man

We are consumed by death our entire life

The scare has been wiped

I know TEDDY from heaven smiles

Our future is our hands

The future you snatched from BETHRAM's hands

The meek shall inherit the earth

Why then is CHINEDU's meek heart buried in dirt?

Obedient to the marriage vows

In sickness in health, for richer or poorer

For better for worse, deaths still makes us wow

Mindless to body fitness and mind keep

Regardless of how many kids you feed

Or how much gospel you preach

Alms given, death's a swift steep

Plans of starting a family

Go to service or get a degree

Bury our folks and continue the family tree

But our name's left on tombstones like laws and decrees

Every second globally two humans die

Your ignorance to this won't limit your dive

Wipe your doubts and clear your eyes

Make that hay while the sun shines.

By The Vyrus