It takes a Toll on Them

It takes a Toll on them

Those who cannot handle

Nor embrace

Nor Love

Life

Or that

What is real

So quickly their bodies rot

But before that and for that

Their soul must die

And it almost always does

So many millions of corpses

I have already seen

Even when the flesh is barely

Fourteen, fifteen

And many who can handle it

A bit longer

Don’t

And by the physical age of 22

Almost all are dead

Year to year as I see

Their matter age

So rapidly

It amazes me

Each time

How long a body can survive

Not even alive