What do you do when the knife hits your chest?
When it runs across pale skin and digs deep into your heart
The warfare spend through the years becomes meaningless
The strive vanishes and the importance of life and only life is there.
Would you hate your killer in the end?
The one who took your life? Are they good or bad?
If death is only transition wouldn’t they be a rescuer?
What is the meaning of life if death means freedom?
Is death a part of life or are they one and the same?
The moment this knife pierces the heart there will be only one thing left
Love for the people who meant the most.
Hope to see them again on the other side
And the unbroken bond between hearts that have been one for eons.
That last breath, your life passing by in your fleeting memories.
The most important thing in this life will not be what you achieved,
But how much you loved and allowed to be loved.
The number of smiles in your soul, not money in your bank.
6 feet under we are all the same brothers and sisters
Not one skeleton is better than the other
And not one soul has more value than another.
Yet we are all different and bring new and different colours
To the enigma of life, this perfect work of art
The journey of the red road, on the way to back to us.