Can you smell it?
As they walk by,
we have found one,
that has been killed by life.
So happy in their lifestyle,
So afraid of change
They freeze in time
Their blood stops flowing
Their heart stops,
watch them fall apart
And all decaying,
can be hid by plastic surgery
Stuck in a time period
when they were at their best
why are those who are already dead
so afraid of death?