Do you succumb into vis dark and warming arms,
when your life is succumbed by torture?
Do you take the plunge and fall into the unknown,
when your life has been plunged in by uninvited visitors?
Do you fall for vis vengful tactics,
when your life has been venged by problems?
For every bit of you sinking into vis pitch-black existence,
You lose your sense of presence in the beloved world you are so attached to.
Even then, is this a worthy trade? The purest form of dark mystery, for an innocent life's worth of suffering?
Author's note: the pronouns for gender-neutral nouns are:
Vis(his/hers)
Verself(himself/herself)
Ve(he/her)
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Death-The Other Side
PoetryIs it refuge, or is it home? Is it treachery, or is it paradise? Is it hell, or is it heaven? Is it even worth avoiding in the first place? Death. The ones who have experienced it cannot speak it. The ones who live cannot confirm it.
