Death is Perfect

A clear blue sky lacks definition
A blank slate characterless
Beware of the one without blemish
Beneath the serene surface
Lurks the deepest secrets
Enemies with flaws

flow

 

Blood follows it
Thoughts encompass it
Pressure eases and ceases as it becomes

My feet tire and the pace slackens
Within seconds uplifted by the excitement
and churned up into a frenzy