Waiting Death There’s something in the silence waiting to be seen a weight behind the moment where nothing should have been I trace the lines before me pretend my hand is still but something leans in closer just beyond my will It knows me better than I do like it has seen my ending too Don’t turn around just let it pass some things aren’t meant to ever last Don’t turn around stay undefined there’s something waiting just behind A pressure forms along my spine like hands that never quite are mine a future flickers in each stroke a quiet life, a careful yoke A house in light, a voice, a name a softer kind of endless frame no blade, no fall, no violent breath just something dressed that feels like death A quiet end in slow disguise no scream, no darkness… compromise Don’t turn around don’t let it start some endings wear a gentle heart Don’t turn around just stay unknown or I become what’s not my own What if death is not the fall but answering a certain call not in shadows, not in pain but hearing someone speak your name I feel it closer… I can’t pretend I turn… And there you are no hollow eyes, no distant scar just warmth, just skin, just something real and something I can almost feel You say my name like it belongs like I’ve been yours all along No threat, no force, no violent plea just a future… choosing me …and suddenly I understand why it felt so much like death
