Death follows me like silent shadow. Forever he is at my neck whispering, pouring not the sweetest honey but instead the coldest dread sinks to my heart like lead. Everything is blurred in a meaningless garble of sadness and pointless nothingness. his hands grasp my shoulders pushing me forward towards the edge, preparing to thrust me off to fall for eternity in my darkened despair.
A wise man once told me that "everything is just matter and that one day the sun will explode and destroy the earth which will be a tiny blip in the universe?" if the earth is a blip what does that make me?
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