The Good place

Hope: Dark inspirations

Is fear a death?
Or death just a fear?

Rape victims must humiliate the predators publicly.
What's the worst can they do?
You already want to die.

The terminally ill peruses the euthanasia appeals.
No punishment for the squeals.
You and the Reaper, a preset deal.

See, the thing about writing about death is that
rolling, should be their eyes.
Interesting, should become the mayflies.
May it be a kingdom of un-crumpled men,
death shall never be romanticized.
Neither should it be ostracized.
Rather as an ode to the Basal animalistic capitalist capabilities,
utilized.
Just like fear.
Not the oppressive one.
Never the vigilante kind, the dark sun.
Instead,
just a simple transaction.

Riddle me this:
"How can one feel sad about being absolutely heartbroken and unrequited
when a moment ago you cursed your own incapable capabilities of love?"

You lust the 'Call of the void.'
So jump scares are just bland and cold.
Yet the kindest of voices are to avoid.
Aabd call it sensory overload?

See, fear is a prehistoric product
exploited through redundant, extensive rebranding
to the point of recreation.
And although we might be defined by our capacity for pain,
we live by our capacity for fear.
Fear is a change engine.
It's a dark beacon through the skin of sin.

Chasing the white rabbit is so mainstream.
I will hunt the dark one.
Blood in its eyes.
Cursed gold in its seam.
Seeking corners, squeezing every breath.
Never stop nothing short of,
"I am become death."

Once you're there.
If you're there.
If you can't feel the black sun.
Or if it's finally an event horizon,
Try again.