Death is inevitable. One day my eyes will not meet the sunlight, my ears will not hear the buzzing of my alarm, the trees and I will no longer be bonded by the gases we exchange.
Death is inevitable. One day my body will be filled with embalming fluid , a plastered smile will be on my face, my lifeless body will lay stiff as my loved ones shed a tear and rub my pail face.
Death is inevitable. One day I will be placed in the ground, connected with the very soil I use to walk on. I will be a feast for the bugs I use to smash. The very same skin I use to abuse with beauty products because it wasn't enough will now say to me I am not enough for it and it will peel away from my worthless body.
Death is inevitable. Years would have gone by I will no longer be mourned, you will no longer see my face on every status, my bones will start to decay and I would be beyond the stars or maybe even below the earth's crust. It is the decision of this celestial being I put my faith in
Death is inevitable. May my soul rest in Peace as the Grim Reaper claims another undeserving soul
