Death, You Are More Cursed Than Me

Death, if you must take me,

take me knowing that you are more cursed than me.

your dead eyes will never feel the gravity of a tear

and you will never feel pain like a human.

You will never understand that the beauty of this world is a result of you.

Oh, great enemy, you will defeat me in the end

but defeat me knowing there is beauty in tragedy.

As the time is melting away and you steal each second from me,

you make the rest more valuable.

maybe welcoming my finite existence makes you powerless against me

you will never understand the fear of death, the fear of you

and if you did, you wouldn't have the courage to accept the burden of a mortal life

you are the shadow in all our hearts and then again our smiles are a dim light refusing to let go

you are the definition of fear

but the mirroring of your cape in the eyes of those closest to you makes us less afraid of you

The world is not a beautiful place,

but the weight of your image in my head allows me to move forwards

Before each step towards the end,

I can feel your breath on me

but I won't give up a

nd even if you must transform my future into a drawing in a hospital room

do it knowing,

you are more cursed than me