Death's Presence

Death's Presence

Someone is dying,
Before you.
Expanse acts corner,
Suffocating.

The poor is moaning,
Like a prayer.
People pretend hyenas,
Surrounding.

To see the Death,
Hard moment.
Seconds long hours,
Standing.

The person is gasping,
Among masses.
The course of events rests,
Emberrassing.

To feel the despair,
On the crowd.
Life is beyond belief,
Elapsing.

To hear the silence,
Of thoughts.
It's done beyond hope,
Mourning.

The man is chilling,
White statue.
Blood turns into cold,
Lasting.

To ponder the issue,
Of human fate.
Long live to all mortal,
Escaping.

To doubt the death,
If it exists.
You have much to do,
Fooling.

To hope the peace,
To his ashes.
The point is you now,
Living.

A soul is leaving,
Out the scene.
At the death's door,
Knocking.

To shut the mouth,
Of empty corpse.
The vision stupifies you,
Gazing.

To regret the dead,
Ought to die.
Nature has no mercy,
Reaping.

To realize the people,
Flesh and blood.
Wretches dwell as travellers,
Passing.

A fellow is praying,
Faint requiem.
Common men disguise,
Smiling.

To feel the guilt,
For living.
One left while you stay,
Mistaking.

To trouble the time,
Golden seconds.
And the curtain is closed,
Boring.

Everyone is quitting,
No masses.
Each walks on his path,
Forgetting.

To play the blind,
Immortal.
We live in a short lie,
Ignoring.

The reaper is stalking,
Hidden menace.
His scythe is taboo for it's,
Swishing.

The Grim is working,
At the moment.
You may feel his presence,
Embracing.