I am afraid White sheets crisp and clean I despise. They contrast this dreaded demise. A tear for the dying drops to the floor.
Tears are for the living.
Not one shall endure. This product of pain, in the air does remain, existing no more on the floor Just as the tear ascends from the floor not disappearing, but changing, in one s passing is gained, in the air does remain, unknown presence, peace of mind evermore. Do not be afraid for the soul of another, but fear that the pain may envelope your soul, lamenting secession from pain left us here by one so unlucky, escaping the fear. By this you may find life becomes your fearful vision and death is precious deliverance.