My existence is

Only for a short while

The sporadic impudence that is life

Neither to nor fro

In light

In dark

The soul of my body

I am to part

Seasonal happiness filtered with


Every day the end draws nearer…closer…soon

Fascinated with the gray in-between

The lapse of time


Fixation, be it wrong or right

Creates a portal between

That time of flight

The last breath you take

Be it ever so melancholy


Your fears are now subsiding

Because you have nothing to live for

But death