The Mark of Death: A Shared Fate

In the distance, a hearth

Drawing me

A beacon solely

A tailor fitted solution

To cast worries and inabitions

Tips froze, paralyzed

A cacoffiny of loneliness

but saftey

A limping deer babe

Seldom do you see alive

For they rarely last

So I guess this is goodbye

I have to wonder why

All I did was cry

All of these years

It is in our esscense to die

But in the fall

That might be why