Bliss
Death is
just beyond us
constantly whispering us
back into her abyss
and
everyday that we live
is
resistance
to her
inevitable oblivion
bliss
I lean my breast upon her knife
knowing that
to fear death
is to fear life

Death is
just beyond us
constantly whispering us
back into her abyss
and
everyday that we live
is
resistance
to her
inevitable oblivion
bliss
I lean my breast upon her knife
knowing that
to fear death
is to fear life
