Beauty In Morbidity
For death is a breath away –
Or an eternity, one might say.
What is life without the longing embrace of it?
Morbidity at its finest bonnet.

With the presence of time and the tainted lens of thee –
Searching only for the darkest depths of the sea.
The expense of innocence one holds dear --
Surrending to it, the birth giver of fear.

It takes, and it takes, and it takes once more.
Leaving nothing but the absence of hope.
Yet still, beauty exists in all --
Even in something so terrifying, to it we're only more so enthralled.

© kuroishi