Death on the Day of Life

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How naive we all are

To think that immortality means never dying

It's the lack of death, that pulls away the point of life

Dead eyes but a beating heart

You're alive but rotting inside

And the colors slowly drain out of the world

When you don't feel the warm, the wind, or the cold

And the noise all sounds like static

When the languages of a million years fill your ears

The end of life is death

Death is what we live for

Without the thought that someday we simply won't

We don't feel the need to do

And when you stop worrying about fitting everything into 85 measly years

You stop existing

When you've always been, it's as if you never were

Immortality doesn't mean never dying

It means dying the second you're born

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