The shadows crawl further towards the eclipses
With every grasp it crawls nearer and nearer
To the end

Adults, teens, and children
Running for their life.
They don’t want the shadows to catch them.

But it’s moving so fast.
We just couldn’t see it.
It was so far away at first.
We thought nothing of it.

We lived, and we played, and we laughed
And we made memories.
We took the light for granted.
We ignored the shadow
And pretended they just weren’t there.

But they were.
They always were.
We just never fathomed it
Would be here this soon.

Now it’s almost upon us
And we can’t outrun it.
There was still so much to do
But we let the opportunities
Pass us by.

Now the shadows are upon us.

We can’t fight them.

These two men
Robed in Black and White
Are upon us.

Reminding us that everything
Must come to an end.

The end is upon us all.

But as the shadows grab your shoulders
And the clock runs out.
The only thing you hear

Is their whispers

Take them with a grain of salt.

Because there is no sugar.

Let them guide you to the end.

Let the words consume you.


Memento Mori




Is upon us.



Memento Mori.



Is inevitable.



Memento Mori.



Is hours away.



Memento Mori.



Is here.



Memento Mori.