Perhaps

Perhaps at the days complete This date with death shall not prove to be deadbeat. The outcome has proven quite concrete. Tragedies that shades itself behind deaths eyes piercing to contaminate like some Blastomyces: Ready to enter my blood to do some harm. like some invading fungi who does not laugh at the joke, but at the Joker's lack of antidotal charm. As death is now my escort; Invasion needs no persuasion. I've awakened myself, to realize such a thought. Finding my words nesting, in some confessions plot. That is why I never sympathize with evil. Abetted, by the fluid allure of death. Follows me like fresh fish with a trail of flies. In poetic terms, it’s easy to describe the evil that is flowing, like sewage in a flood. Around every corner, I have found, The hatred from which I strive to hide. Led me to find a peaceful place near the trees Where peacefully, I now reside. Sitting alone with one trusting friend, as we admire the color of the trees in the quiet. We meditate and sit in amber silence. Without anticipation the judgment of each other.