everything you are and everything you have endured is an unfortunate similarity to knocking on death's door,
for the ultimatum is irreversible in every possible extent.
it's the final melancholy filled goodbye to everything you cherish and a satisfying farewell to everything you do not.
while still conscious, you're aware of the bittersweet emotions bursting through your veins.
then it stops.
a relentless numbness fills the void, not even close to quenching the thirst of wanting to feel something, anything at all.
but you were an addict and without your filthy narcotic there is nothing to help you soar through the endless sky.
you're stuck grounded and there is nothing to feel because all the thrill is in the risk and danger of flying high.
so death opens his doors,
but by this time you are so used to the experience thrown at you by a faulty lover and this ******* world that you walk towards death with open arms.