We run from death's embrace
through mindless worlds and
time, denying cold its truth
and holding to the lines, of
fantasy, delusion, that it may
not exist, when all our mortal
being, was born and lives it
still. This modern world is
without soul and wishes to
believe, that Death can be
deceived and tricked, yet
that is only we, who fail
to see our own sad lies,
deny what is this world,
and in the doing, fail to
live and die before we do.
