Death comes by
like a storm of sadness,
The skies weep while the sun hides.
The heart mourns for justification.
Depressing black, lifeless clothing and sad exhausted faces.
The wind whispers icily as tears stream.

Whether it be death by sickness
or accident
or murder
or suicide
It burns ones heart, scarring the soul,
cutting and slashing the mind.

But...

Perhaps leaving earth is the best option.
Perhaps leaving earth leads to happiness.
Perhaps leaving earth is paradise.
Our humanity only knows so much.

Maybe heaven has gained an angel, or hell gained a demon.
Maybe we branch out into different galaxies,
discovering different planets.
Maybe we become flickering stars, shining in someone else's universe.

But we don't know.
No one will ever know.

Death leads us to the oblivion.