Death lives to take lives
Its existence complements
the brighter days to be turned into darker nights
What's loneliness how would it understand?
For it was born alone
And if it really has a soul
She's then not to be blamed
From her perspective she showers peace
But this much silence is not peace
What's peace how would she understand?
If she has no soul then
It's a sad reality to be accepted by our poor souls
Though we have a soul and we can understand