Mortal

Only by watching those dead bodies, might I find the sporadic cold har truth about life then- By no means for a mortal, but I was rather close to the universe then- No, I’ll never know the moment is ephemeral, but I could’ve sensed it then- Others and others, hubbub serves for good then- I see darkness slithering, where there is no dim light, no warm air- But it’s so wet, so dull, so frightening- It reeks, it reeks and whole room is all sealed- Then eternity was totally captured, and rolled and rolled and rolled towards me- Then will I ask? For joy? Will I fear? For the unknown? Will I still have a chance to confess? Or will I grab a hold before it all ends-