Death suppresses our ability to fly. So someone one tell me something besides white lies. I can put on a hat and put up with your foolish acts. Are you afraid to look death in the eye? Pretend to sleep like the dead, to fool the voices in your head. Drop a quarter into their palms to keep them calm. Because you know well what they are saying. You're too scare to tell anyone, that there is no heaven or hell. We are so confuse, so afraid of the truth. Happy hours are leaving you and me. We sit in the darkness, so lost from everything real. All our happiness leaves with our fears. Bring back happy hours, bring back the drinks to sedate us. The only one that can harm us is us. Why are we afraid to fall? into oblivion.
This line rocks,I liked the line very much,though the poem overall can be made better,but still the way you have expressed what you felt is great,keep writing.