Glass Heart

My dear, 

you should know:

I only sparkle

because

I've been shattered

But oh...

Because I've been shattered

I sparkle

Inequality in the Pursuit of Life

I've heard them say
that
death is fair
that
He's unbiased
Doesn't care
If you're
young or old
Or
rich or poor
That may have been true once
But it's not
anymore
Or maybe it is
and Death himself
Still operates
in all fairness
Maybe the issue lies
in the fact
that
Some are protected
Have
armies to keep him at bay
And some have no choice
But
to succumb
on the day
He first calls their name
See
I cannot help but see
Though
equal in death we may be
Still we
are anything but
when it comes
to dying