Death is a personification of all human fears, yet there is nothing we can do but await it with a bated breath, awaiting this inevitable final hurdle into a dark void of forever.
A place that lurks behind every thought of every child, man, and woman, conjuring terrible images of fear and loss, tearing us unwillingly from what we perceive as a perfect moment. It is always on the boundaries of our sight, ready to come rushing back at a moment's notice, to envelop our sense, and return us to the void from whence the world was created. This place, it has no name but the dark. It is the space behind our eyes where we think our terrible thoughts, where we do things to people who we despise beyond belief, and our fears are realized.
Without it, we are not human, but with it, we cannot be truly satisfied with our lives.
Way to be emo.
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