The edge of things

There's a darkness lurking at the edge of things
It waits for us to die
And when we do, it rushes in
And sweeps us away with a sigh

Nothing we did is meant to last:
Our lives melt away like frost
Everyone we loved just carries on
Bearing the burden of loss

Don't look too closely at the edge of things
Instead, warm your hands by this fire
Just be thankful for now, smile that you'll die
Because death holds the power to inspire.