Spitdawn
LickingMestruo

"Death will come with your eyes
this death who accompanies us
from morning till night,
sleepless, deaf, like an old regret
or an absurd vice.
Your eyes: a vain word,
a silent shrieck, a blank silence.
As you see them each morning
when alone you lean over
the mirror.O cherished hope,
that day we too shall know
that you are life and nothing.
For all of us Death has a look
so Death will come with your eyes.
It will be like terminating a vice,
as seen in the mirror
a dead face re-emerging,
like listening to closed lips.
We'll go down the abyss in silence."

(Cesare Pavese)