There's a certain beauty
To the way we see
The world of death
When reaper touches
You with a wisp of his
tainted breath
You travel through
The light that you
Have only heard about before
And in that day
You can now say
That all you've heard was only lore
For there is no way
You can describe
The way that death
Is so alive
YOU ARE READING
Never Catch Me
PoesiaA collection of poems about death. WARNING: contains death. #24 in poetry 9/25/15