A Cliche View on Death
Life is a beautiful being, but death gives life meaning
One must find solace in the inevitability of death to truly be alive
Life is temporary, fleeting; but death is the end and the beginning
The uncertainty is terrifying to many, exciting to few
But life is what brings pain, the absence of life brings finality
Sure, it hurts in the beginning, death brings forth horrid feelings
But the world keeps turning, the streams keep flowing
Death is the only certainty in life.
Life is a wonderful feeling, but death brings true seeing
Death hurts only those who are alive, in death there is no pain
Is death really the enemy of life, or is it simply an eery dance?
A tangled web of life and death, intricately and strategically moving
The dance of life is futile in the face of death
The ineffability of the blackness clouding our vision
Entombing our minds and spirits while our body decays
Returning to the earth, our rightful place, the only place
Bringing forth life from our death, starting the cycle again
As we drift from the dullness of life into the excitement of the unknown.
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