I fear death,
like a fish fears drowning.
Our veins are only blue because,
we're slowly suffocating,
from the inside out.
Our bones will one day shatter
under the force of gravity,
and we will one day never open our eyes,
to the hell that fools call paradise.

We all die someday.

Many say not a day too soon.
Fate is what it's meant to be.
Unpredictable, unstoppable.
It's no way linked to the
marionettes of time.
Time is a fable that we have made up,
in order for our minds to stabilize
in an otherwise maddening cycle,
where we face the world,
and wish we didn't have to.

Someday, it will all end.

We'll no longer be trapped
in a game of thrones over everything unnecessary.
Competition lies in everything we've come to know.
But when death is on our doorstep,
the end of time on our minds,
Time will stop.
We will listen to the sweet lullaby that is blackness,

And it will be over.