Fragile Beings

Death, is a shadow
Silent and dark  
Patiently stalks    
To take us  
Apart  
   
Stuck    
To our feet  
Chose  
Not to see  
Between our eyes  
Air seeps    
Red carries  
Drum beats  
Till abrupt freeze  
   
Body drops  
Soul ascends    
Death moves  
Inside the mind  
Of next in line  
   
Death becomes  
What death is  
Always onward    
Always extending  
    
Display  
It's victims  
Tombstones    
As trophies  
We mourn  
It moves on.