I think I can paint this world for you now. From decadence and disorderly life to death and blank slates. Something I own, expressed dearfully to you as if I have always owned it. Perhaps remembered by no one in the end, but for now, maybe even just a glimpse of light from the murk and more, just to prove it can exist. even if it fades within the hour.

Sincerly,
       Rosier.

Dear Death,

Everyone breaks, in the end, I want to break last so you have something to stand on. 


I won't shield you from the horrors of the world, but I will keep you safe. 


I would rather walk through the desolate shining stone gate of hell to drag your carcass back into life to try again. 


I would carry myself naked through burning sands of teeth and serrated glass. Through air of needles and rotting flesh that screams. Wade through every terrifying fear you have imagined once to get to you, and another to cradle you back. twice for every time you have given up, I would follow you and bring you back. 


Then one time walk through the sky to congratulate your assured purchase on heaven. 


Oblivious