What is beyond this life is only a grasp on Death's hand.
We are running out of time.
We are the ones who buries ourselves.
What we don't know can kill us.
Why we die is more than how we live.
When we perish, we leave our names.
Who we are, will not matter.
For Death, our essence is the only for the taking.
- Dasmariñas, Cavite
- JoinedMay 19, 2015