A small, and sick little girl, laying in a bed of white, and no one around to help her.
When she opened her eyes, she was suprised to see herself, laying there; motionless.
Others would have cried, or be angry with what this meant, but not her.
She started skipping around the room, with a huge smile stuck on her face, only stopping to look out of the window, at the flower beds below.
“Why are you so happy?”
A black shadow of a man appeared in the corner. She couldn’t see his face, then again, she couldn’t really see anything other than the black that consumed him.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Nevermind, it’s none of my buisness.”
“Do you think that I could go outside before we have to go?”
He seemed stunned, but answered, “Um, sure.”
He grabbed her hand, and then they were outside.
She got to work and smelled all of the flowers and picked up the pretty ones. She rolled in the grass and then started to make some flower crowns out of the flowers she thought were pretty.
“Thank you.” she said.
“What?”
“Thank you. I was never allowed to go outside. The doctor said that I was too sick.”
“Do you know why you’re here? Don’t you know what happened to you?”
“Yes, I know. I’m dead, aren’t I?”
They looked at eachother for a while, not saying anything.
“My mom and dad spent a lot of money on me so that I could lay in that bed for longer than I should have.” She said while handing him one of the two flower crowns she made.
“Now, they don’t have to worry abou that.” She put on the other crown on her own head.
“I’m ready to go now.” she said grabbing his hand.
“Y-you’re welcome.” He said, then lead her to the afterlife.
Every soul will taste death...
Alhazar, a thousand times more than sin,
Allah is All-Seer of everything.
Take a look at the silent grave,
Every soul will taste death.
Who has come, who has gone, the past,
Life is fleeting and fleeting.
The good went, the bad went away,
Every soul will taste death.
Mankind is dangerous - the evil angel
It sucks each other's blood.
One day the bloodthirsty heart stops,
Every soul will taste death.
O Sherzod, don't be so oblivious!
He's going to cry tomorrow!
You will die, if you don't die one day,
Every soul will taste death.
The Taste of Death
I tasted death last night
It was strawberry flavored
And vegetarian
It can trap me in my nightmares
Or stop me from ever hurting again
The taste of death
The taste of freedom
The taste of fear
They’re all the same
Aren’t they?
I tasted death last year
She tasted like
Off brand chapstick
And artificial cinnamon
Death never did taste
All that good to me
The taste of death
The taste of freedom
The taste of fear
Can’t have without the other
Right?
I tasted freedom once
Many years ago
Don’t quite remember
The flavor
Every time since then
It’s been coupled with death
The taste of death
The taste of freedom
The taste of fear
Maybe someday I can
Separate them again
I taste fear
Every day
Drowning me
In its stench
I don’t know what
It tastes like
Beyond repulsive
The taste of death
The taste of freedom
The taste of fear
I wish I never had
To taste
Again
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When Death Knocks
When Death knocks on your door, you let him in while he´s asking politely. You offer him a seat in your finest chair and ask if he would like a cup of black coffee. When he agrees, you hand him the freshly cleaned mug and take a seat in the chair across from him, being careful not to make too much noise. You ask ¨Why the sudden visit?¨ and he quietly places his cup onto the wooden table with his eyes purposefully lowered until the last second. Inhaling a deep breath, he interlocks his fingers as his sorrowful eyes stare deep into yours as if questioning whether to answer truthfully or not.
And then he lies, ¨I just wanted to see you.¨
Will my death be slow,
Or quick as something bludgeons me down,
Should feel nice being a fairly painless death,
But knowing that something dark remains,
Causing my death,
I would only feel sad,
An adventure after death,
Would be heavenly for an old body,
That has even lost life in the mind,
I may die tomorrow,
We can't predict what will happen,
But I can at least hold some hopes