A SINGLE BREATH

We bleed;
we need;
we agreed to this greed;
we dine;
we drink;
we stand alone and stare;
we romance;
we chance;
we fantasize
with death!
Because
in the end,
we are all just a single breath.

Can you hear the curse of death?
As a dying rainbow confronts the black cloud ahead.
The whistle of the wind defines the moment instead;
as death begins swallowing up the dead.

Break for the hills,
run to the valleys,
climb the mountain
that will kill your suffering breath.

Remember when life was good in your youth?
Before your bones began to fail
with all the abuse.
Time has halted;
your muscles have revolted.

The mind shuts down while your memories are gone.

You, my friend, are at the end –
You, my friend, are to be gone –
for the light you see
is only pretend.

You, my friend, are almost gone
You're gone.

Erased.
Obliterated.
Dead.

Music: Antiquus
Lyrics: Carlos Castillo