lost in grief

when will the dream end? that's if it's a dream because reality can't hurt this much. how we wish to pull the masquerade, as we see our worlds crumble down. Is the beast of death that hungry? that once again sorrow found residence in our hearts? what we feel is excruciantly painful the beast of Death knows no prejudice, as it is commingling of eternity with time. "It leaves one singer to mourn". It is the wildfire, that rips and burn through the forest of our hearts and souls. the fire that consumes everything, the memories are the only things that live to haunt us. a challenge to the dark, little did we know that your soul was tired, that you were struggling, yet putting up a convincing face. how guilt is gonna consume us. how we couldn't read between the lines, that your world was crumbling down. how we didn't know you were gonna take the easy way out. wishes , wishes,wishes. how we wish we could be told that it's a prank. but then I guess it is nature to die, as it is to be born. but did it have to be now?