Pensée du soir ...

I don't believe in Heaven,
But I believe in pain.
I believe in fear,
I believe in death.
Under a river of suffering,
There's an army of bodies.
People who ran out of time,
Out of friends.
Next time they look in the river,
They'll find me on the bottom
With the rest of them.
There won't be anyone left,
To say I was different.
I could feel the dead
Down in there ...
Just below my foot.
Reaching up to welcome me,
As one of their own.
It was an easy mistake to make.