Life and death.

That's the question, love. Which to choose from?

Life and death are the reasons You're here.

Dear death,

To take life is your sickening quest.

You have mastered the art of deception, you lovely monster. You are a master of disguise. A sick mistress.

Because sometimes I see you there ready to catch me when I fall, you seem like the answer to all my questions!

Why are we here?
Why did this happen to me?
What did I do to deserve this?

This ABUSE! This HEARTBREAK! No no I can't just have a happy LIFE! For you are DEATH! And all you want is for people to be miserable like you.

However, sometimes, I feel like I want to be miserable like you. It gives me a feeling of self security. Because when I'm miserable, my expectations are low. And when they are low, my bitter-sweet friend, your mortal enemy life comes in and saves the day.


Oh dear life,

why can't you stay with me at all times? Why can't you wrap your wondrous warm arms around me and carry me to the heavens?

Because that would require death.

So let me rephrase that.

Dearest death,
Why won't you take me into your sweet crimson, velvet Luke-warm arms and hold me forever? Just take me away from all this hurt.

Because you keep taking my friends, and according to the board, they're having a fantastic time without life.

Just take me with you next time you leave. I'll pack up my bags and grasp onto your hand, take a big breath and...

And....

Jump.

Acquainted life (since you are not so dear to me),
Goodbye. I am never coming back. Death has agreed to take me with him. His silky dark robes have engulfed me completely and--