Death’s Door

Many of us seek relief
A quick high to numb the pain
I know I do
But it’s never complete
Ignorance is bliss and I agree
For only the weak believe in death
A mystical land where everything ends
And darkness covers us up and we feel nothing
Though if this was true
We wouldn’t have dreams when we sleep

But I guess that’s their problem
For we who can easily feel the flow of life
And the reality of existence
The need to escape it grows every single minute
So we drag out our most irrational desires
And indulge them
Trying to summon the unknown
To our doorsteps
Hoping it truly takes this life from us
Till the one who was fated but fateless did come…

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