Death, a bottle, a cork to blow,
everybody has a timer,
blown up or death from old age are not rear,
yet you see nothing more than a flicker before your eyes,
no-body to save you,
no dark shadows to lie,
green acidic eyes,
stare to the darkness and look it in the eye,
it will confront you no matter where,
die in the attempt I beg,
I do not want death here.


-KittyKat