Death gets closer to my door each day. I sit there and watch them look at me. It terrifies me. But welcomes me at the same time.
He looks at me with a warm smile. The smile says take my hand and join me. There are no problems here, no judgment, no responsibilities, nothing to worry about, and especially no pain and hurt. Death seems so wonderful.
Death wanders just outside the door, looking in. He sees you there trying to be happy. He comes in the darkest parts of life and welcomes you to eternity of bliss, hell, loss, and wandering the earth pointlessly.
I imagine it as you wandering around the loved ones, watching them grow up, seeing what you have missed, the pain you caused, the loneliness you created in others. Even though you wanted the suffering to end it never will.
Death may take away your pain and suffering away. But in return you cause others that same pain and suffering that you didn’t others to feel.
Fuck, Life, you are cruel. You can’t get away from the suffering whether you live or die. If you die you cause suffering, yet if you live you suffer in this place called life. You can’t fucking win can you?
If there was a God how cruel could he be to put us in this brutal cycle, called Life.
