His urge,
his chilling encounter.

We are watching the alarm.

Ringing,
it's creeping in.

An event that brought:
the strength-bound horse's gallant stride.

He still stresses his love:
the worm blind to the omnipresent apple's eye.

We were speaking to our reflections.

He'd pose a single question,
why does the flower blossom only for Sun's shine?

They are silent.
No answer.

Look instead to the man running relentlessly.
Ignore the machine cooperating senselessly.

We were intently waiting.

Still blaring,
the loneliest voice.

The tide that rose:
suicide and overdose.

The cyclic waves collapse.

Humanity craves Death's inescapable grasp.