a seamless trickle of water runs through my veins.
A pendulum swings back and forth, undeterred by the increasingly imminent force of friction weighing it down ever so slowly. Again and again it swings; and a pair of careless eyes; amused by the silence evading the stale, night air watches in absolute silence. Friction? This force whose existence--proven beyond reasonable doubt remains unseen; unnoticed by this pair of trusted eyes. Like a shadowy silhoutte haunting the trees guarding a group of hopeful people, watching with steady eyes, with each breath; coming ever closer to engulfing them with a single, swift sweep. Their recusant feet steadfastly hold on to solid ground; clinging on to dear life, a fragile flame, blown; and all goes away.
Death, like friction, like the shadows, stalks us in this unforgiving mirage of subterfuges and pretty white flowers of life. Its shadow looms upon our thoughts and actions; ambient, like the air that feeds our dependent lungs. It emerges; discreet, and steals the smiling faces of people around us. Steals their smiles, and then steals them whole; wiping them off the face of reality for all eternity.
You, me, we are all infinitely bound to Death. Death takes, Death awaits in the invisible spectrum of darkness that hovers upon us; unseen, like the force of friction. Death sets clocks for you, me. Clocks that tell our subconscious minds that time is running out; that we only have this much time to be.
And when this clock strikes zero, Death arrives. As Life goes, Death takes over; like how the moon overtakes the sun in twilight. We hang on tight to the last rays of Life. We fight with such volatile; yet such inhuman strength that in the process; we poison ourselves in the ultimate denial... That we are invincible... That we are indestructible immortals.
And Death laughs in the curtains of sinewy shadows; at our stupidity, our gullibility and our ignorance. He utters none, but one line. "We live, we die. We die, but when all seems gone, there Hope shall be found".
Death, like friction, like the shadows, stalks us in this unforgiving mirage of subterfuges and pretty white flowers of life. Its shadow looms upon our thoughts and actions; ambient, like the air that feeds our dependent lungs. It emerges; discreet, and steals the smiling faces of people around us. Steals their smiles, and then steals them whole; wiping them off the face of reality for all eternity.
You, me, we are all infinitely bound to Death. Death takes, Death awaits in the invisible spectrum of darkness that hovers upon us; unseen, like the force of friction. Death sets clocks for you, me. Clocks that tell our subconscious minds that time is running out; that we only have this much time to be.
And when this clock strikes zero, Death arrives. As Life goes, Death takes over; like how the moon overtakes the sun in twilight. We hang on tight to the last rays of Life. We fight with such volatile; yet such inhuman strength that in the process; we poison ourselves in the ultimate denial... That we are invincible... That we are indestructible immortals.
And Death laughs in the curtains of sinewy shadows; at our stupidity, our gullibility and our ignorance. He utters none, but one line. "We live, we die. We die, but when all seems gone, there Hope shall be found".