Death
Is a funny thing.
Creeping up on you
When you least expect it
Or when you expect it the most, too.
Death is esoteric
A mystical stopping of the heart,
And an incredibly crude way,
To make your thoughts collapse.
Death
Is an abandonment
Of life.
A abhorent way
To crash and burn
Leaving a mass
of innihalation
In its wake.
Death,
Many times brought on
Prematurely and before the deceased's time,
Leaves the dead
Departed from the living
And inanimate.
Lifeless.
Death
Can be brought on
By the toxic and malignant
Knife,
The unforgiving and manic blast of
A Gun,
Or the cunning use
Of knots and
Ropes.
Death is
Inevitable,
Inescapable,
And sometimes,
To the desperate and despair,
A release,
A liberation,
An escape.
-By Ange Exile, The Epic Sidekick
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