it's hard for me to view death as a verb
but recently the idea of it has been more present
to the point of every night when i close my eyes
i dream of the death of someone else
a stranger
with a face that i only know in their last five seconds of living
haunting me day by day
pray that i never see their face
my dreams are not reality
but the line between the two is blurred
so every night when i close my eyes
that's the exact time that death becomes a verb