Living in death, Sleeping in life

Set alongside the relief of death that binds the blind,
Figure out the nostalgic view of the love you find.
The saying "Death is but a door" will find few floors,
Company finds paths like grass in the seaside moors.

Kill the bird with one stone that creates life in the outside,
Be like the bird that flies through the night skies ever so wide.
Be a person of fortune and prosperity, not in wealth but in death,
Sleep like the bear that hides winter long in warmth and rest.

Look up to the beautiful dark cloudy mysteries that behold,
Feel this feeling of death and life as it is something we fold.
We come close to death everyday and every night in closed we escape,
However we find no real true meaning of loves dark white landscape.

Don't go unwanted, as most of our lives we are unwanted,
Swim in the forests of darkness with love as our best friend in burden.
Pick yourself up at the end, know life is never but love is never certain

**i don't expect most people to understand this poem, please vote or comment for me**

~**White Blizzard**~

~**Blizzard Inc.**~