To have escaped death,
To know that I will never die.
And you ask me with a smile?
If you only knew.
You cannot comprehend the feeling,
The knowing
That death will not release you
From the agonies of this life.
But there's more, you'll say,
All of the beauty in living.
But, I tell you this-
I never thought I would miss
The certainty of death.
It is that certainty
That knowing,
That gives life it's beauty.
To see ever-changing life around you
And know that you will never change-
That is true agony.
Every shade of color dims.
Every sweet smell sours.
All that you call beauty
Quickly fades to my blind eyes.
I see well enough what will happen
I see in every life The death that awaits it.
I see in every painting
A crumbling mass of color.
In every book a pile of dust.
It is no small wonder
That some of us
Choose to die.
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