Death – Life in a Disguse

The Death looks
Like a living being
Dwelling inside me,

Creeping and crawling
Under my skin,

Constantly reminding me
Of my Life –
A fragile being,

So powerless,
So vulnerable,
It owes death a life,

An oblation, a sacrifice,
For some reason
Unknown to mankind,

Death, so obscured, dark,
Living inside a void,

Life, entrapped in an
Illusive world,

Ounce by ounce
Sinking in the arms of
The Inevitable Aphrodite!

– Swati Prakash