death

it comes.
its in the eyes,
they have the capacity to communicate the precise emotion of it, the way it is coming right then.
it can come quick or slow or in sleep and it has no knowing of anything
and it is impossible to communicate one thing to it,
fathom the deep pit,
look inside of it
and it is simply a nothing
abstracted upon.

when you see it come
and when its not for you
there is an awful sense of shame
and empathy,
the shame within yourself
as you cannot do more to help,
and empathy
because it is a common thing
between all things.

the most notable element
is how we run, how we coalesce through the darkness
it has nothing to do with what we make to define anything
its only driven
and it drives
the great universe is at its mercy, the cold halls of space
entertain this darkness too

i cannot swallow
my hearing is out
the storm is fast approaching
and my legs aren't holding
they shake,
and buckle
but my eyes are ready
time upon
let it in
because it was in you

entertain the reaper
flicker past its scythe
touch it like it was it and then
duck away, and smile, flirt

i know that its there
and it will not go away
so let us be friends of understanding
but not friends of overnight stays.