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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The End Of The Road
PoetryPoetry for the dead and dying. For the ones just done trying. Here's the words for you. It's a bloody dream come true. I can't promise it'll help you get through. But if your mind is dark It'll leave its mark It'll make your bleeding heart Just t...
