The stillness in the air cradles the fear
The darkness that surrounds becomes easy to bare.
In the valley of death I have no tremble
No panic, no scare, can even assemble.
How do you get frightened when you are no more?
How do u fall down, when already on the floor?
Where can you find hope in a world of pain?
How do you lift yourself up again?
This has no happy ending no moral or uplifting end,
We are all left for ourselves to fend.
But when deaths cold breath runs down your back,
There is no take two to this act.