In White


In white

Your plutonian gaze



This passing-place

Of mortals.


Death Demands Respect

Death demands respect-

Existing only to take away existences

Living only to take life.

Inherited, passed down

Unwanted child of all.

We try to ignore death and live

As long as we can grasp

To the frail fabric of own mortality…

Passing Mortals

We meet in passing, on some similar plane of thought.
We travel like ships on some ancient quest.
Infinite abysses could not hold thee
Lest I am not so fortunate
Lest we do not pass like well-worn words that cling immortal
I have but one request-

Do not forget this mere passing
Of my mortal, ever-mortal mist.