Expiration Date

Melancholy music vibrates through the air,
it descends from the ceiling like dense fog.
Bodies slowly writhe to this enchanting song.
The black tile floor is cold and glistening,
splattered with red; the air filled with metallic rust.
The lights were flickering, slowly changing.
And yet they continue to dance, through
the chaos and a fate that befalls us all.
They raise their arms to the ceiling, ignoring
the dark creature that hides in the corner.
Its eyes glow red, mimicking the blood spatter.
A smile made from all the broken dreams
and lost hopes of humanity; untouchable, forever.
Wings spread out from its back, like cracked
and twisted bones, glittering in the strobe light.
It watches us with dark amusement, just
waiting for one of us to fall; it whispers sweetly.
The song it sings is like stereo static, it
is our dark side—unbeatable, immortal.
It plays a divine game, no one can escape,
you can only lick the blood off your own hands.
It will reach out and grasp your heart—
digging its sharp claws into your faith and trust.
It is everything, it is inside us, its all we’ve known.
Like a sigh that leaves shatter lips, Death.