Ula

Pillows furl beneath the sky, death brings no easy due, even when you die, who cares what is fake, it still comes for you, consumes you anyway, something deep inside, not just an ordinary blue, lets you see the light, those who come too late, never follow rules, fire burns in their grate, however hard you try, love is not immune, it always makes me cry, dying's when you castigate, those who feel it too, who never walk away, forget these troubled nights, they always bring bad news, a hundred questions why, as if you knew.