Needless Things: Deathly Stare

Death lives quietly in all our eyes, a patient ghost that never dies. It waits behind the light we wear, cold and calm—its deathly stare.

In every smile a shadow gleams, in every love a fading dream. We walk with grace, yet unaware, how close we breathe that deathly stare.

It peers through tears we try to hide, it hums beneath the heart’s divide. No saint, no sinner, can repair the mirror held in deathly stare.

Yet maybe peace is what it shows— the truth that every ending knows. We live, we fade, but still we share the silent beauty of a deathly stare. NNN