The Veil

Why would one fear death
I saw death in a dream
cumumilating sweet white cream
this isn't a temporary phase
reality consist for many days
and dosn't conclude
their is no prelude
nor conclusion
want to step out boy!
stop playing coy
their ain't an escape only an acceptance
i was potted out for many days
brain waves fluttering about in a haze
bodies weak and feet start to shrink from the cold
walking up a ladder ten thousand times fold
making it to the top and reaching for the last rung
spun
out of reach
hands flail but the air is stale and i fall
head hits each and every rung
i continue to fall and acknowledge my death
accept God and accept life
caught between goodness and strife
one is easily won the other sweated out of cold bullets
flying at your face
begging you to taste the apple of decete.