raileus | Death sees me

I can't look away from it, my eyes are fixed, as if I am transfixed to its image.

I sometimes imagine you finding me and holding my face, shaking me and asking me why I did this.

I wish I could be shaken out of this, but my mind wraps around it, as if I can almost hold it within my hands.
If only it were as easy as taking off a coat, I could remove this from my mind.
If I could just cheer up, snap out of it, look at the bright side.

But my eyes are on death, I see death, and death sees me.
There is only a simple gate between us.
Darkness circles me, it is even more restless than I am.
Like me, it is always looking to be more than it is.