The scent of a Withering Bloom

Death wandered past her window, Life managed to get a glimpse Of his dark overalls, from in between the cracks of the  dust stained windows. The flowers outside wilted instantly, As he walked by, Unaware of the spreading decay, That trailed…

Death

Do you know what death is? Its something beautiful for a soul That was trapped in a body which had long gone cold It's an orange sun rise after a long stormy night Its a giant leap ahead A step towards the light Its said to be more peaceful…