NOTE: Idea of Death taken from Markus Zusak.
CW: unnecessarily morbid!
She’s going to sleep, she frees her long locks
Her eyes are closing, then she hears a knock
She throws off her sheets irritably
She walks to the wooden door kind of bitterly
It is midnight, who would disturb this pretty woman?
Whoever it is, their actions are simply inhuman!
So late in the night, this beauty is awake
Ignorant to all that is at stake.
She turns the doorknob and pulls open the door
In pain, she roars
I hear pistol shots ring into the silent night
A funeral, not even a fight.
So I carry her up to paradise
Where the clear streams flow and the air is nice
Now her daughter wants to see what all the ruckus is about
And what she sees-well, she almost shouts
But she can’t because before she could
She falls to the ground, where she once stood.
Papa is coming because all of it, he heard
His heart will be broken, though to their kind this isn’t very absurd
Papa carries his shotgun towards the bodies
Little does he know there will be one more copy
Another identical scene of sadness
Another fatality in reality-madness!
The last two shots, wasted on Papa
Another two shots for Mama
And their daughter got three
Three bodies lying there do I see
Three more running away
I cannot speak, so what do I say?
I do my job and I carry
The last two people to be judged fairly.
That was life for them all
Merrily alive but destined to fall.
I don’t like to question my job
But I hate it every time I see another hand on another doorknob
It worries me, the way it plays
I work 24/7 all days.
Yes humans haunt me, it is true.
But any word against them is taboo.