DEAR DEATH! -

The nervousness The nervelessness The cold numbness The mumbled words fell onto The crumpled piece of paper, Along with the falling of a little bird from seven hundred feet high in the sky onto the cruel ground, and its becoming into an unbreakable object.

A dead body,they called We burn it, sometimes alive An unthinking face studied everything, before turning into the ashes The calloused heart,not tried to beat all over again The dead thoughts lurched around the thin lips,though And finally, They were just done with it What a peace!