Necrophobia

Edge of the cliff
Crest of the ocean
A step in the air
An end to the sting

The night-sky in its stillness
Raises the destined question
Justify the means
Explain the pain

To induce the soul
Visit the dead garden
Tread the burnt grass
Breathe the stale air

The ruins have taken each
The vision and the dream
All that now survives
This life, it won’t suffice

The jaded cry
The final goodbye
Only enough strength
To forget and deny

Yet the feet won’t budge
And the waves won’t rise
The lonely man under the moonlit sky
To his heart, he won’t comply

They say hope keeps us alive
Hell, how austerely they lie
The only reason we survive
Is that we’re afraid to die.

S.A.