A Fearful Dance with Death

To stand upon the brink of darkened fate, Where shadows creep and silence bears their weight. A trembling heart does shun the final breath, In whispers soft, the specter speaks of death. Yet life, a fleeting dream, must yield to time, As autumn leaves must rustle with the chime. In every moment, dread entwines with breath, A fragile thread betwixt our life and death. - Pain Society