You don’t see it do you, the death surrounding each soul? You stand there live and well, and then I blink; your existence is gone, wiped from all of time and space and I am left stand at the edge of eternity, as death engulfs everything as we know it. And then my eyes open, you’re back standing in the same spot, as if your life wasn’t just crushed before me, and I am left to wonder what make my mind like this. I’m unable to walk without the thought of death around every turn, unable to sleep without dreams of the lifeless bodies, unable to live without feeling that I am owned by death.
