You are a monster lurking in the shadows.

Your hobbies pathetic, your talents miserable. 

Not many like you death, 

You may kill the butchers; the gunmen, but you take 

More of the innocence than the evil in your process.

How does it feel to ruin lives? 

To take away dreams, with hopes.

To shorten the already shorten lives.

How does it feel to be the enemy no one wants to encounter?

Death, with your evil grin and pitch black objectives,

Will you ever be satisfied?

Will your glass always remain untouched?

Constantly you take and take,

Never to regret your immoral schemes.

Life is continuously fighting against your cruelty,

Trying to replace what your greedy hands have taken.

Death, what makes you truly pleased?

When life is sucked out of a child's eyes,

Or possibly when mourning of darkness seeps in,

Maybe it's the idea of lifebeing nonexistent. 

Without life, will you be done?

Will your purpose in life be succeed?

Death, you are a monster.

Planet earth.

Seven billion.

Seven billion lives.

Seven billion hopes, dreams, motives. 

Me; one.

One in seven billion. 

One with hopes, dreams, motives.

One in seven billion.

Where will I go, where will I travel, 

who will I see, who will I be?

In a world so big with so many possibilities.

what will come, who will go.

Massive world, what is my one

in seven billion?

What will my life foresee?

Can you tell me?

Will my actions, my accomplishments, if any, will they furnish

in a world so vast and nerve-racking?

Earth, planet, spirit, someone, 

Tell me what,

what can one in seven billion do?

So lost in a world,

Full of so many roads, paths, tunnels,

How can I, find my one in seven billion?

Will I stay, will I fly, will I become 

more than what meets the eye?

Tell me, I need to know,

What is my one in seven billion?

I'm scared! I'm excited!

But, 

I'm so undecided.

How will I, just one in a world so big,

know what is meant for me?

My goals, my ideas, how will they make it?

Why is life constantly a competition?

One verses seven million, one verses one,

me verses the world.

Tell me, what can one in seven billion do?

I want to stay, but I want to go,

I want to change, but change is terrifying.

I hold hopes, dreams, motives but

Will these be my one in seven billion?

Who will I be? What will I do? Will I be pleased?

Tell me,

Massive world,

Planet earth,

Seven billion,

What is my one in seven billion?

good comes to an end.

the people that cherish you the most

and help you in life

suddenly leave you behind.

that love you thought would

last forever,

starts to rot and you have

no other choice but to give it up.

that moment in life

when everything is bright and colorful 

turns black and white.

what's left is you.

maybe that good person with

everything, no longer

has anything.