Six feet under, Tear stained soil, White lilies, A requiem mass. Carpet of grass, Pregnant clouds, A gentle drizzle, Footsteps fading, Branches swaying. Tranquil. Misted with sympathy, The breeze sighs patiently, The songbird sings a glum melody, "Memento mori, memento mori." "Death is the end of your story." Many a dawn, Many a dusk, Daisies pushed, A banquet of maggots, A feast of flesh, Stripped to bones, Naked. The earth nourished, The earth flourished. Death is mercy. Death is earthly. For dust thou art, Unto dust thou shalt return. GrymmRipper. :]
A thought junkie in search of a raison d'être.