All Those Rage, And I'm Still Here?

Piece#10

"Echoes of Mortality, Whispers of Demise."

"Memento Mori"
Remember you must die,
But how must we die?
In the next second, minute, and hour,
How certain are we,
Tomorrow will be waiting?
Or probably tomorrow is an obscure idea
And living is just a continuous loop of time.

"Memento Mori"
Remember you must die,
And death is out there,
Grinning at the side of the window,
Leaning on the doorways no one knows where could it be,
Aiding you at the easiest path would it seem.
Death, death, death–is terrifying.
Undeniable,
Unpredictable,
Miserable,
Death waits for no one,
And comes for everyone

"Memento Mori"
Remember you must die,
And must you be fed with humbleness,
Who must you think you are?
Does death not equally stab two people,
One who's impoverished,
And one who's born with a golden spoon,
One who's made the world better,
Nor some who's awakened evil.
Does death choose?
Absolutely,
Certainly,
Perfectly,
Have you ever even thought,
Only in the time of death,
That discrimination has been completely abolished?

"Memento Mori"
Remember you must die,
Must you still be stuck in the obscure idea of death,
Must you still be terrified of dying in your sleep?
Death's still grinning at the side of your window,
It's still leaning on your doorways
A chassis awaiting your misery,
A maniacal laugh in your walls,
An incredibly wide grin with its ruthless eyes,
Death holds your chin,
Looking straight in your eyes,
With a whisper felt through the coldness of your spine,

"Memento Mori"
You think you're ready?
Do you think your existence was worthy?
Are you even worthy,
Even at the soul,
At the heart of the core,
To be enslaved by the idea,
Of the ongoing, massive tremble
The subtle existence and touch of death,
Do you think you're someone different?
We all die, you fool.