Death is a classroom
A corpse, the teacher
The living, students
The lesson taught
...
After the red sunset
An eerie darkness ensues
Blood is no longer
Red
...
The autumn leaf
falls so gracefully
happy to have been green once
glad now to be free
...
After midnight
The world seems to scorn me
The sky in its prime
Glitters
...
You are most beautiful
When you hurt
When your eyes fight back the tears
When your heart moans pathetically
...
Death Is A Classroom
Death is a classroom
A corpse, the teacher
The living, students
The lesson taught
Is written
In an ever quivering hand
On the edges of the soul
Till The bells ring
Class is dismissed
And the playground of life
Calls once more