Let the Dead Speak

For every beginning

There is an end.

For some there is beauty

For some there is pain.

If death can't be glamourous

Then why do they try?

They all try

They all want

They all attempt

The beautiful death.

The saddest way to go.

The darkest path,

The most painful life,

The abyss of loneliness-

It swallows them whole and leads them here,

The never ending chain of desire,

The un-dying melody of pain,

The eternity of epitomized neglect.

Ask them then,

Was your death worth the pain?

Was it worth the suffering?

Was it worth it?

The End

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