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Death is inevitable,
pain is everlasting.
You will never overcome death
pain you cannot escape.

Some fall very slowly,
from the very start to finish;
others fall faster
as though their ties have been cut.

I've lost you let go of you
I could not catch you
as you swirl down farther
out of my screaming reach.

I didnt notice
where you were going,
oblivious to the fact
that you would leave me behind

I know you can't promise me
that one day you'll come back
to relieve the pain
that holds me, binds me close.

One day i know I'll be there
in the darkness above or below
I will stand up
and I will not be alone.

I'll leave the world
the one I know behind,
to travel to a new place
and start all over again.

I'll slowly fade away
into everlasting bliss
and slip away from time
and space.

The years will feel like centuries
the months tick away like a decade
every day of my life will feel like a year
with the hours like the months.

But for now im content
with falling slowly
with a parachute on my back
towards the inevitable...
humanity is like a dish.

it can go through so much, but eventually it's color will fade.
you can reuse it, and wash it and it'll look brand new.
and if you press your knife to hard or slam it down on the table, it could chip.
and maybe you have super glue just lying around, so hey why not?
fix that old plate up.
and it can be put out for anyone,
anyone at al can use it,
and in a store when you decide hmmm should i buy, and take it home or what
you decide on the way it looks, whether it's the right color or size
and when you decide to get rid of it, you decide on how empty that superglue containers been getten
cause that plate was used oh so many times, it's color has faded
and it has more than just a couple chips.
so to the garbage it goes.
and so
you go back to the store to but a new plate, maybe a different color, this time, eh?

— The End —