Monday, December 6, 2010

Death.

Have you ever seen death? He doesn't stay around long, but you remember him for a while. He usually comes early in the morning or at night. Then, he slowly fades away. After a few days your just in a state of shock. You saw him, you know it, yet you don't really grasp what happened. One thing you do know: memories are all you have now. Their won't be a second chance.

Then he comes again. It's him, but he is a little different. Equally as demanding, but the emotions he places on you are different.

Have you ever seen death? He comes at the worst time. That bastard drop kicks your face right before the prom. He comes on Easter, Mother's Day, and Father's Day. He doesn't care if you have a football game, an ACT or a final exam. He likes to keep you thinking about him instead of thinking about the ones who are right in front of you.

Have you ever seen death? Have you ever stood in mud, shivering in the ice cold rain, watching raindrops fall off a casket? Have you been handed a rose that means so much to you that you watch it decompose on your bookshelf? Have you ever heard the trumpets, seen the flag folded, or felt the pulsations of a somebody as they cry in your arms? Have you ever seen a man get cut in half from the sudden loss of a parent? Have you ever seen a woman with make-up running down her cheeks clutching onto someones hand and holding tissues in the other? Or was it yourself looking in the mirror?

Has death ever come so close to your life that you mark yourself with ink to cover up the scars?

Have you ever seen death?
Death fucks up your short term, complicates your near term, and torments your long term.

And as death follows you through your life, the only thing you can do is accept it. The hard times will pass by, you'll keep living, and someone else will pass. The only thing to do is accept that death will keep checking up on us, and the only time it can stop us from living is when it's our turn. And when I die, I don't want to stop anyone from living.

-Skitz

-For my Dad's 5th absent Birthday.

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