Living with death in the moment

Death is hiding
In the spaces between each moment.
We live with it 
Without realizing it's there,
Fearing it will come.
It's already here,
It always was.
It always will.

Now, both is
And is not, at the same time.
We think this it's now
But we're already too late.
We are trapped
This is the prison of the present
With no hope for escape
There is no need to.

Death is hiding
And is not, at the same time.
We live with it
But we're already too late
Fearing it will come
This is the prison of the present;
It always was
There is no need to.