So to your horror you just turned a year older
And you realize your crow’s feet are permanent.
So you call your doctor to renew life
Stop time through the power of the knife.
But is it how they market the face of the young
That makes you crave for Medea’s cauldron
Or is it because it reminds you of
Everyone’s inevitable kiss with the Keres or Thanatos?
Is it the ultimate denial of nearing the greatest discovery
If the concepts of gods and the afterlife are merely mankind’s fantasies
Pep talk to find purpose in an otherwise absurd reality
If that’s the case, will you ever be ready?
But if indeed there’s nothing to look forward to in death
Why not die in the most beautiful form you can possess?
© 2015 Vivien Marie Lopez