6 June 2012
Death is a rat, flea ridden body swollen with plague, frothing mouth hungering for spirits of the deceased.
Death is an hour glass, grains of sand - lives, falling into the clutches of darkness.
Death is an eagle, bright eyes searching for wounded to carry away into the sky.
Death is an old friend entwined with time, waiting to take you away when you need to go.
Death • Opuss № I