Death

Death is a funny thing. We are all afraid of it. No matter how brave we think we are, or actually may be, we are all afraid of the mysterious beyond, the pearly gates, the fiery depths. Face it, it’s terrifying. Until that moment comes when it is there, staring you down like a tiger with its prey, and you think that it might not be so bad. It may be better than the hell you have been living. It may be worse, yes, but there is also that chance that it may be better. No matter how small that chance is, it’s there all the same and you grasp it with every ounce of energy you have left. With all your will you hold on and don’t let go. And then it comes. Like a sudden crescendo to a classical piece it pounds at you like your bass drum of a heart and you know that its here. It has finally come. The moment we have all been waiting for is knocking at your door and your can either open it with a smile or wait for it to knock down that dinky door of your shitty apartment and take you any way. Death has come and it doesn’t take no for an answer.