A short life, but adventurous, nonetheless.
Die young, in a mysterious way,
When your body is still beautiful.
Your mind is still remembered.
What is that, if not immortality?
Your eyes dead, but your breath still lingering.
Most of us die,
Our existence shoved into a drawer.
As bright as we may have been.
Our fires are put out.
The pages shred.
Our dreams, our spirit, scattered.
Mortality runs in all our veins,
We are all subject to death,
But not all death is permanent.
After all, most of us
Are only mortals,
Simply wishing for immortality.
Something we know we won't have.
"One tends to die young, and then they burn your body - dust to dust, in the literal sense. And then we vanish into the shadows of history, nary a mark on the page of a mundane book to remind the world that once we existed at all."
- Clockwork Angel, Will Herondale
"That's immortality, my darlings." - Pretty Little Liars, Alison Dilaurentis