Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Alive With Death

The thing is, he thought about death a lot. It surrounded him day and night. In the news, in his dreams. Every other week a family member died of some sort disease or heart failure. The ugly black hole no one wants to enter. The outer darkness where thought is no more. Eternal sleep. This is what he consumes, before it consumes him.

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