Perfect Death

Why desire for a perfect life
It doesn’t exist
Life must come to an end
Like all things do

Emotion soaring sky high
Entangled rope of treasure
Holding on tightly to life
Never willing to let go

Life always betrays you
Chokes onto your freedom
Drowning you in pity
Despair and gloom

Death is waiting for you
Always lurking around
At each nook and corner
Eternal, unswerving

Death is inevitable
It will cover you
Under its dark cloak
Greet you with glee

The blood will cease to flow
The eyes will cease to glow
The skin will turn pale
Lungs will no longer exhale

Embrace of deathly cold
Silent, sweet and painless
I die each night
For death and I become one

Be it in a pit of snakes
Or run over by a train
Falling from a cliff
Or a slit on the vein

I die each night
Just a roseate scratch
Shining yet obscure

Death is in me
Yet I Desire
Not for a perfect life
But for a perfect death