ODE TO DEATH

Day by day like this, will I unable to do things?

When I close my eyes,

I become frightened of the next day approaching.

When the morning comes,

I get so afraid, pondering about wether it'd get worse.

I'm so scared... of the time passing by.

I know we were young but what if...

time has reached it's toll or,

or death...

will come and greet us.