Death Everywhere - Astpai

all the hatred in this town

teams up and re-enters the scene

it shakes and shivers what is left

right out of him

«oh these scavengers», he thinks

«here they come again to feast

on the dead and the weak, the young and the old.

burning souls and serving bodies cold.»

«i'm daring brighter days

to show me different ways

than the ones bringing me here

with my lungs in the stratosphere.»

their conversations become insults and the other way around,

their silence creates topics with deeper meaning yet to be found

switching hatred for reflection and simplicity for taste,

routine for affection and content for waste.

death everywhere

death everywhere

six feet under or overground

death all around