Whispers for a Fallen Soul

Life is a sparkle, a precious one..
A moment of distraction, a breeze catches the flames and chokes them into thin air..
Life is that tender laugh held between our palms like a priceless pearl..

It is an ominous coincidence of events that lure us into the Siren's trap,
A matter of moments, and our existence is of question..
One moment, the silver substance called soul dominates our cells,
The next, the body collapses, sinking down deep
The pitch black emptiness we envision as reaching heaven..

We leave behind millions of souls..
Thousands of them, we know..
Hundreds, we care about..
A fewer that feel it mutual..
And a handful that we love deeply
Without even knowing where it comes from..
When we're gone, we create streams
We create noise, we create echoes through the streets,
We create a commotion that we could've never ordered..

For all of this, we have to sacrifice a sparkle..
Even if it's an involuntary one..

Human.. The perfect tool of distraction..
The perfection of the clueless state of mind..
The one that will never know what is next,
The one that will never control the thing coming up..

No one can admit that death is the best thing that could ever happen
Because it's us that is left behind,
It is us that sheds the waters of the body for the lost souls..
The knowledge of pain, the burden, the template of discourse..
We will never feel the comfort of the final sigh
Until we face the truth..
Until we lost in oblivion of our darkest dreams..