29 JUN 2017 AT 0:06

All our vices burn before the painless
knife called death.
All our moments distilled into one single breath.

He comes swiftly,the unannounced guest.
On good days, meant to be loved and lived.
When his choking grasp is cold and in silence met
Fine memories, they fly from your head.

To the wicked,being cruel
To the generous,being kind
Greatest trickster,but being loyal
Will never leave you behind.

- Roshni Joe