The feeling within

When death wants

The void, the darkness within, the calling, the edge. What ever you want to describe it as, death calls for us all. And lately, I've been hearing it loud and clear.

It's the talks when I'm alone, I can't focus anymore. It's whispering in my ear around friends, I sometimes can't hear them. When I'm bored and have nothing to do, it screams. It shrieks and howls.

Can you hear it, calling you closer to the end? Death wants us all.

Fuck death. I don't get what I want, I don't get what I need. So why should death get anything? Fuck death, it hasn't done shit for me. FUCK DEATH, I'LL DIE WHEN I WANT TO.

Fuck death. Today, I chose to live.

I chose you...