Why do I always think of death?
It haunts me with every breath I take.
I see it in the shadows cast,
In the eyes of those I love,
The specter of mortality hanging over me from above.
The weight of life is heavy to bear,
The burdens too great to bear alone.
The fear of the unknown grips my soul,
No glimmer of hope to light the way,
Just endless emptiness and despair,
The prospect of eternal decay.
So I ask myself, why do I always think of death?
And the answer echoes back, with no hope in sight.
For in this harsh and cruel world,
The inevitability of death is all that feels right.
