Death Poem by David Wicks

Living organisms only speculate
On what is truly death.
Very possibly, all beliefs on the matter
Could be spurious and far from truth.
Whatever may be this Death,
This lack of a body and life,
It is, truthfully, simply a parallel to Life.
While parallel it is still perpendicular,
In it that, in Life, organisms can be controlled;
In Death, they are free,
Though also in Death, one lacks Life's greatest traits:
Pleasure;
Emotion,
The things all live for.
It is still better,
And for the best,
To be dead, for even without pleasure,
And emotion,
One can forget how in Life
They were not allowed to, freely,
Experience them.