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.