Death It's like a compulsory tax that every family has to pitterly pay it it drills the heart to the max making a deep aching hole inside it it's a tricky, rude, professional thief who robs your security blanket in exchange for fear & deathly grief it's a special rubber, made of nothingness to erase one's whole beingness it's death shouts suddenly, making a huge mess with no sound or even a breath.