A New Metaphor

death is not the setting sun the sun will rise again it is not the silence of midnight for dreams are never silent it is not a symphony ending for then comes the applause we need a new metaphor death is not a crouching tiger death is much more cruel than that it is the blood ground into the dirt the red meat left behind the soul in elemental compost death is not a burning house it is not a scream of agony death is the most utter aftermath it is not the smoldering ruin it is the future that never will be it is ashes cold and washed by rain death is not a journey to the sun it is not the embrace of stardust not the tears of the universe death is cold depleted the darkness beyond all darkness