A Companion of Death
To sink in sorrow or to swim in it
Shakespeare wrote it explicitly well
For those who want to exist can
And those who wish to vanish can easily do so
Living is just as simple as dying
That is why life and death are the ultimate companions
Yet, they are the ultimate contradictions
Who wish to destroy and create simultaneously
What is there to enjoy in life if one has never felt joy?
There are the skies, cities, and mountains
Each unique with smiles and wonders
But always encounter the storms and horrific weather
There is the misery that sips at tea with his pal,
Laughing off the terror of souls and bringers of evil
For they know that dying means the acceptance of balance
This is the price paid for the natural flow of Earth
If I can kill myself as easily as I can allow myself to breathe,
Why bother with all the petty commotions?
I can live to the fullest and cry over the chance at missing it,
Or I can die and say, “Why bother if once I’m dead nothing matters?”
Maybe the devil will take my soul and eat it
And it will slither down his throat like the feathers of a bird,
Caught between a cat’s claws scraping at the skin,
Only the blood in the open cage left undigested
By swimming I’m merely wasting my time
By sinking I am accepting my fate
For even Hamlet met his demise
And the haunting vein awaits the knife
Shakespeare wrote it explicitly well
For those who want to exist can
And those who wish to vanish can easily do so
Living is just as simple as dying
That is why life and death are the ultimate companions
Yet, they are the ultimate contradictions
Who wish to destroy and create simultaneously
What is there to enjoy in life if one has never felt joy?
There are the skies, cities, and mountains
Each unique with smiles and wonders
But always encounter the storms and horrific weather
There is the misery that sips at tea with his pal,
Laughing off the terror of souls and bringers of evil
For they know that dying means the acceptance of balance
This is the price paid for the natural flow of Earth
If I can kill myself as easily as I can allow myself to breathe,
Why bother with all the petty commotions?
I can live to the fullest and cry over the chance at missing it,
Or I can die and say, “Why bother if once I’m dead nothing matters?”
Maybe the devil will take my soul and eat it
And it will slither down his throat like the feathers of a bird,
Caught between a cat’s claws scraping at the skin,
Only the blood in the open cage left undigested
By swimming I’m merely wasting my time
By sinking I am accepting my fate
For even Hamlet met his demise
And the haunting vein awaits the knife