If death comes for me
Would you blame me if I go along?
As she promises rest, on days so long
As she reaches out a helping hand
A loving smile
A cold embrace
For a while
Giving me pretty flower
Showing me a new way
If she comes for me
Would you blame me
If I don’t stay?
I WAS HERE
You scream
As their faces wrinkle with shock
I WAS
A dust in the air
A fly on the wall
A beautiful scent
A flower that grew tall
I was here through it all
And I have never left
Nor will I ever go
I am here body and soul
For we can never die
We merely transform
Stranger Paths 