Does Death Have A Sound?
By: Paige Collins
Authors Note: My sick, little 12-year-old mind was hard at work on this…weird poem. Enjoy…mwa-ha-ha-ha! What is so evil about this…? What?
Does death have a sound?
When you're dying,
How do you know you are?
How do you know that you aren't still living,
That you still with us all?
Is there a sound?
A feeling?
Something?
When you know your life is about to end.
Is there a specific way to know?
How you die?
Where you go.
Is there a noise,
A sound,
A question,
Lingering in the air like the stench of blood,
Your blood,
Your death,
Your sound.
The sound is your cry,
Your cry of hope,
Your cry of pain,
Your cry of nothing at all,
Your weak little cry,
That means something,
But at the time,
Nothing at all.
Death isn't a sound,
It isn't a feeling,
It isn't something you know,
Death has a sound,
A way of vibrating the ground,
And sending chills up your spine.
Death is it's own sound,
It's own mourning howl,
Cutting through the dark, cold night,
As you lay in your bed,
And watch the moon.
Death is it's own feelings,
Shape,
Color,
It has no specific way to know when you're dying,
But yet, it does.
Everything may seem a blur,
Your images might blend in color,
You may feel the world stop,
But that's my opnion.
In conclusion,
I will say,
Death isn't a sound you can hear or say,
Of course you can hear someone screaming,
But that's when you are out in the woods at night,
And that's another story.
Authors Note: Creeeeeepaaaaay, huh?