The casket was a beautiful affair. It was made of sparkling white material and had trimmings of gold along both sides. The handles were golden too, all six of them, and they reflected the faces of the people passing by. The inside had extra thick padding and looked inviting to even the living eye. It must have been expensive, she thought, hideously so. Even in death, nothing changed. Only the best was good enough for him, just as it had…
Photo Credits – Google Man has a morbid fear of death, He wakes up each day running, Away from that which he cannot see, And chasing after what he cannot catch, The seconds, the minutes and the hours. He calls his pursuit a ‘lifetime’, Until he finally gets to the finish line, Where he finds to his ultimate regret, That time he spent life trying to grasp, Is actually the reaper in disguise.
Photo Credits – Google “Will it hurt?” His handsome face broke into a sweet smile, although there was a weird light in his eyes as he answered me. “Hurt? No. Never! Love never hurts anyone. It’s a beautiful thing that only brings laughter and pleasure and joy. That’s why everyone desires it.” If only I was grown enough to know better. He had no reason to lie to me, or so I thought in my innocence. As…