I looked death in the eyes and
he laughed in my face,
“you’re early” he whispers.
He assumed when he sees me
that he has me captive
and is preparing to hold me forever.
This is not my end.
My end does not consist of gravestones
and mourning who I once was.
My end does not consist of tears and
noses that wont stop sniffling.
My end is much better,
for it isn’t an end at all.
My end is only the start of the beginning