Mortality

Must I confess to you my love the nature of my mortality before we have a chance to cross the river running so wild? Yes darling, but hurry the current is getting stronger. Well, let me think, it 's not easy to ponder about my own demise and I much prefer immortality, until I recall the downside, boredom and losing loved ones time after time, becoming a permanent resident in cemeteries, but then again, it beats mortality, doesn't it? Honey you were supposed to tell me about mortality? Oh yes, it slips my mind when I think about it, perhaps it's too slippery a term. Then don't bother, let's cross the current is perfect, oh no it's still too fast, help, I am dying, well that was close, you're wicked fast. Don't mention it, it goes with your mortality clock, not ringing for the time being. And how do you know that? How? Well, of course, because I am the angel of death, no kidding. So you put me on all this time. Had to, had no choice, you would never cross with me. And now that I have? Now we both bathe in the mercury fog of inexistence.