Death is scary,
Dark and dreary,
Makes one weary...
Eyes get teary.
Death of one,
Old yet young,
Fun for some,
Shall come undone.
Death deprived,
Happiness revived,
When it arrived,
One survived.
Realization hit,
Once reality bit,
The one must omit,
All that it did.
For once alone,
She was thrown,
No solution,
Just on her own.
Look deep inside,
Bring forth what resides,
Into the outside,
Conquer the downsides...
For the death of the Chat Room,
Shall not be the norm,
If it resumes,
It shall erase the doom,
That resides in your gloom.
R.I.P
