It grows in us all.
Each and every single living breathing thing has either already encountered you or are waiting for your sweet, loving embrace.
Oh Death, I say your name never in fear, maybe heartache but never hate.
Maybe momentarily I’ll be dead.
Alas that’s not going to be true until you put me to sleep.
Oh death, how you surround us.
Always lingering and lusting for our lives.
Some of us you wait to seek,
Others you don’t.
oh Death how constant you can be when leaving bodies laying around do be a dear and pick them up will you?
Ha. That’s cute.
And isn’t it quite funny how death appears the second you close your eyes.
It’s a comfort really to know that death is not the enemy.
The enemy lies within us in our own ****** life.
Breathe in and out.
If you can’t do that you’re dead.
You could be dying if your sick and cold or just out of the blue like the popping of a vein, or if your lips turn blue maybe you’ll be blessed.
Life is death and death is everything life is and isn’t.
Playing the game of life can be traumatic or fine. Just fine. Or okay, maybe great, if you really wanna believe that.
Let your last breath be the first of your new life.
Remember only the good, learn from the bad, and try your hardest in every challenge given to you by life.
Make yourself the undertaker to your own funeral.
May the world one day forever live and Rest In Peace.