Bullets light up the air, furniture change colors

Another soul gone, son, father, brother, longtime lover

Mind constantly playing hide and seek, clock of life breaking down but yet still turning

Life’s Exquisite aspects invisible while ones life is manipulated by the money he’s earning

Clock of life abruptly stops

A Seemingly beautiful day now symbolized by a untouched cup of tea still burning

Second chances passed up

Was a view from the sky what you really desired?

Just to prove who gets bitches or dresses more fly-er

Life goes on, for sometime you’ll be truly missed

Burned candle’s, RIP shirts, but memory soon faded like a freshly minted haircut

While your souls forever in heaven or maybe hell, only time will tell

The Lord determines when our life deserves a closure

Gift to those who loved is an freshly printed obituary to look over

Today

Tomorrow

Treat life like its your wife and do your best to please it

No human shall live forever, no matter what you believe to be the reason

Just Be grateful for

Family

Friends

Life

And

That your eyes finished this poem and yet your still breathing