Death became our chorus,
A backdrop with faded lights,
The wind that drove the leaf insane
In search for our safer havens;
Death became our comfort blanket,
A backstory in times of dark daze,
The whirlpool to drown our hope
In exchange for everlasting peace;
Death became our causality,
A back door ajar,
The spilled ink on our pale skin
In wait for a truer purpose;
Death became our hymn,
A few mumbled words,
The fake truth
Inevitable;
Death became our life,
A few steps at a time,
The lost footing
Incongruous.
