Blood is dark, seeping from the vein,
The stark reminder of Mortality.
We see it and we feel pain,
Or fear, or a quiet discomfort.
Death is an experience alone.
Death is a reality that comes and goes.
Death is terror unexposed.
To remember death is to be awake,
To find in life a pleasure.
What fun it is to treasure life before it is dead,
Or to see blood as a sparkling red.