Life is Fragile

Life is fragile
And no matter how strong or agile
You are in the past life
Nothing will save you from the shadows
Which reach out; a whisper that seeks to be heard

Above the life you waste.
You waste it, clawing for power, wealth and money
‘Haven’t you heard honey? 1000 people die a day
By cancer, car or some other way.’
Stolen by death…

No, I don’t steal life–
I merely relieve you from your strife.
I do it gently, a dying light.
I lift you above this mess–
Humanity, be my guest.
I take you a way to places unknown–
From hospital beds and nursing homes–
And I help you shed your skin,
A prison to trap your soul in.
The soul is the most beautiful
A memory, a loved one
But I must take you for I am dutiful.
I will take that beauty by the hand
And guide it to another land.

What is death?
A gentle hand–
The very last breath.
Do not cower for I am the peaceful end.
The thing of nightmares is a friend–
One you cannot escape but with which you can comply.
So come willingly, open your wings
Spread them and fly…