We can still see. Beyond sight, beyond death. We can still see.
We see the uncaring eyes and the sterile smile. Bereft of their former warmth. Death has not freed us from the shackles of perception. Please, make it stop.
But it won't stop. We give pause and peer in through the crack ...it is an endless waltz of self-mutilation. It is a discordant accordion playing a dirge which both lures and repels.
And we dance forevermore.
