difficulty of dying

once you decide
you have to go
never tell another so
they won’t go by side

it is so strange
to say good bye
every body will deny
coz they love to lie

not at least you will be last
to order death in a glass
coz no one will help you out
deny the truth take time-out

so at last you will be alone
with yourself and the imago
even you can’t help yourself
others put you on the shelf

so alone, so never where
can’t remember who were
friends, they gone in time
nothing for you to lime

so best you can is dying fast
shall be nobody’s ugliest last
they don’t want to die with you

coz death is fear without a clue