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Drifting away from reality
is nothing more then a pleasurable habit
for the self destructive,
Hoping the need of a restart
Without putting the effort to change anything about it,
The craving for something that resembled death
Without the commitment of never coming back to life
Something the beckons to all those considered living
An ending that that all must face.
The moment we took our first breath,
The brain, heart, and soul are known as the essentials
The necessity of our daily life
The basics of what is consider something living
Despite the opportunities of being real
We were never ask to be put here
Force to deal with the hardships of being born
no matter the circumstance.
We want to cry,
to mourn for the things that we can’t comprehend,
We want to understand
The things that will leave our consciousness beyond repair,
We want to feel
To touch the surfaces that can rip our physical vessel to our basic shapes.
While the spirit is infinite
The body that holds the heart and mind has its limits
The dream of being free from the expectations of the living
A dream that only the dead can experience
and for the living to envy
Wishing to erase everything about ourselves
To ease us to our final moments
So that the spirit can no longer hold onto the memories
That our hearts bleed for
That our minds made broken for
For something that brings us nothing but dread
For something that paralyzed us with fear
But knowing the reward would be worth it
Is enough to keep us living
To keep us thriving
To make time for those we love
To be at peace
Once our last breath takes place.