Tell me
Why do you think of death
As if it is in the distant future?
You do not know death is parallel,
Running beside you as you pace,
Ready to swamp your last breath
To suffocate your touch,
To hold your tears,
To embody your thoughts into abyss.
Why do you not think
It can take your best intentions?
The ones you hold so dearly,
Like a shield from the light.
Oh, how you walk so mighty,
With your colour for life and folds of emotion.
How you feel every physical touch,
A wisp of air beneath your skin,
A cold stroke of innocence.
And you take it all
As if it were yours,
As if you are in control
Of what is pacing beside you.
You are so distant from this point;
You ought to be attending
With attention.
Before what is now
Becomes the taint of what will be,
Before the colour you see
Is no longer the feeling you feel.
MelzieQ
