Vicarious Precariousness,
Through another's eyes.
The soul is fragile,
When all meaning dies.
In the rooms of our hearts,
We battle rage.
But in our souls and our minds,
All life fades.
We see the decay,
of society around us.
We look the other way,
As death surrounds us.
Closing in slowly,
Stifling breath.
We never see it coming,
Until we're laid to rest...
