Mortem

To bask in the light of life Is to bask in the threat of Death. Ominous, foreboding, and Looming over your Heart. But that's okay, Its all fine, As long as you are Always mine. Death is but a lonely Observer on the outside Of life. Your life, my life. He watches and waits For the right time. The moment of Truth. The moment of Final judgment. Death sheds a tear For each life taken. They long for the life They take to be Theirs. To have life itself. For himself. But poor Death cannot Ever touch life and bask In its beauty. For if Death were to Have life? Life would cease to Exist. Because eternal life Might as well be eternal Death. One must exist for the Other to have meaning. Purpose. A sad reality for Poor Death to accept. Fate. The grand design. Loneliness Consumes the one who Ensures life exists. How is this fair? Or right? Or okay? Because poor Death Has no one to observe His life...