step into the shadows
look from another angle
a faint smell of decay
Rises from a distance
Death is on the other side
Grief of
Loved ones
you’re still in a new form,
eyes open from your old body,
taking on a new shape,
knowing your flesh
is not calling another
your cells are with
Death
memory is in a distant
it once was close
An untouchable life
is touching on Death
weariness, sadness, and depression
aregone with the wind
sticking to Death
problems are not wanted
or needed with Death
there is no sense of being
your senses die
courtesy of Death
are we divided in death?
do we keep any
of our emotions?
are we free with Death?
skin color is so important
in life
in death, your skin is bad
it smells
it’s not beautiful
Death says its
not needed
not me
“We don’t need skin when we die”
