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When Death Arrives
You want me to tell you why I have this sick, twisted fixation with death?
How I can almost sense when it is coming, and how, deep down, I secretly long to see it strike?
Well, I can't tell you why.
All I can say is that you are no different than I.
We all die; but while we're alive, we never miss a single instant,
a single minute of the limelight when a familiar name shows up in the paper.
We want to be favored; like we're the only ones who have ever felt the sting of loss,
and that the cost is so much greater for us above all others.
But don't be angry with these truths I state so blatantly.
It doesn't make you a monster; only human.
And when death arrives, it's just our way of fighting off the pain
and the fear that sustains itself in the backs of of our minds.
And if we didn't all share the same plight, what would be the real reason for a funeral?
To honor their life?
Perhaps, to some degree..
But mostly, it's for you and me to feed off the spiritual sickness we all suffer from
and our inabilities to fathom the idea of when our own time comes.
All any of us can really do is turn to our faith in all things,
whether that be some great mystical being or just our faith in people as a whole.
It's what brings us comfort in the sleepless nights,
and warmth when we shiver from the cold chill of uncertainty.
Plant a seed of hopeful bounty in the deepest regions of your mind
to combat with those terrors that might sometimes make you afraid to continue on in this life.
For hope is all we really have.
And I'll be damned if I let death kill that too.
I'm keeping my faith and my head high;
and that's the best any of us can do.
Author's Notes:
Rest in Peace, Spoony.
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