Chapter 3 - Death's evil laughter

I don't have any idea why i am writing this, i just woke up and the words were forming in my head :P

A brother
A sister
A mother
A friend
All are life changing until they reach their end,

In a crash, or a scream,
or a shot of a gun,
they're gone
leaving you to writhe,
in helpless denial,

But knowing deep inside
that there is no hope,
how can it be alive,
that now monstrous sight,
with its head de-attached from it's body?

Or if someone merely brings you the news,
with a sober, or crying demeanor
To tell you of your grandma's demise,
You stare at them in horror and shock,
but then, WHAT? you have to turn away.

For it's not tears, or wailing, or fainting,
you feel coming on, but a light,
shaking laughter, soaking your body,
and unable to stop it a giggle bursts out,
everyone stares and the laughter continues,
you face in a grin, you laughter roaring,
and you, doubled over, rolling around on the floor?

I felt sick, what was wrong with me?
Was the devil planting this horror of smugness within my body?
Because i knew that i definitely felt sadness for my grandma,
but the more sadness i felt, the more laughter i felt,
and i fled from the room, not crying, but giggling.


yup, well that is the reaction i get when i hear someone's died, i just laugh, and laugh, i was horrified at the start, but then my mom explained to me that it was a reaction people got, (well thank god, i was terrified at myself) i guess because crying and laughing are 2 very similar emotions (you can start crying when laughing, or when very sad) your body mixes them up...