Thursday, June 29, 2017

Living to die

My body fails me
My mind is lost
To the mist

My spirit will betray me
Life has a cost
Paid with Azrael's kiss

Echoes of my childhood
Pockets of memory screaming
I know I am doomed
No use in grieving

I am unable to dam the flood
No hope for those downstream
None have innocent blood
We are our own demon

"For certain is death for the born
And certain is birth for the dead;
Therefore over the inevitable
Thou shouldst not grieve."

Bhagavad Gita