I hate life,
But death fascinates me.
The end of such a complex thing,
Surely more beautiful than any springtime rose in the Autumn.

Many see it as a thing of despair, upsetting,
Uncaring and depressing.
But not me, I find it fascinating,
Interesting.

Surely the ultimate closure of a beautiful thing of life,
Is akin to the changing of the leaves, at that precious time of year.
Death isn't a bad thing, its the end of all ends.
The ultimate end game.

I find life so boring,
Wake up, do this, do that, repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.

Death only comes once, for a split
second.
But it last a lifetime,
Always looming,
Waiting for the perfect autumn, to turn your leaves a golden brown,
And return you to the Earth.