Death is a jump scare And the light you see behind the silouhette of a raven It’s the look in his eye when he says, “I don’t care what you’re saying.” Grim reality— Robes that are heavy as heavy as many souls They can carry. And a moon like the sun, Unusual, strange and terrifyingly beautiful When we become like a python And hide these inevitable changes— Death laughs, And the laugh is louder than reality. That’s why we are scared Of change. And death itself is a trap door, A least desirable friend— who always gets what they want. — If you knew him Better: you’d probably be Better too! while simultaneously realizing You’re on a treadmill going nowhere To the irresistible horizon— One, that never stops. And is brighter than the essence of life even, (Alone.)