in the end
no matter if you win
no matter who you are
no matter what you made
you'll always end up dead
somewhere in the hall
in the corner of our eyes
in the end
even if you're young
even if you're rich
even if you were not done
you will end up dead
covered in white sheets
to shield you from our eyes
when it ends
nothing will remain
floor will get wiped clean
no flowers to be seen
in the end
the person you endeared
the place you liked the least
the pain you feared the most
don't matter when you're dead
you are number four
on the screens before our eyes
in the end
you won't be remembered
nor will be who hurt you
nothing will make sense to you
why would you end up dead
does the world not care enough
to turn its eyes on you
when it ends
no memories remain
slates will get wiped clean
no flowers to be seen