New Life

I reach for the fruit of companionship
But I am death, and as I lay my frail fingers upon it, it withers and crumbles of ash
I reach and the world recedes, I hear the gallop of their fearful hearts
Around me the stench of decay, a fertile ground for seeds to lay
I see through them, they look away
If death brings you hope, you are drawn to me
But when your skin peels away, your panic renders you evasive, your accusatory eyes trained on – away from me

Who amongst you will fold yourself into the endless darkness which is me
To sleep silently as something new is awoken
To lay down your defenses and allow my frail fingers to turn you to ash
To surrender this idea of who you are
And when you fall into me, I will be death, you will be life

From my cocoon all I hear
The galloping hearts born of fear
I try to hold onto it, I strain to hear
To no avail, you disappear

I am death, bring me to life
Your reward, a new day each dawn
To wake to a new world
To discover yourself again
Until my darkness leaves you wondering; wandering in the shadows of my lonely existence

Take my hand don’t be afraid
I am death, I have nothing more to say