Death

[Iris]

Yeah it's a little cliche...'death.' But screw it.

Death

What is death?

Is it the last breath's kiss?
Is it the crimson muscle's final beat?
Is it in the gush of the source of life?
Is it the splintering of our frame?

Or is death veiled, in the wizened eye.
Clothed in the foreheads creases
Lounging on heavy shoulders
Dancing through tired minds
Basking in unshed tears
Laughing at the attempts of the damned
To escape through tunnels of blinding light
Triumphing, when the light ends in a cliff.


Edit: looking back, I think this poem is crap

[CryWolf]

This is really good. I don't just say stuff like that either. I really think this is good. Nice job :)

[Iris]

Thank you :) that means a lot