I am dying.
Slowly crawling into nothingness.
Rotting.
You are dying.
Every breath you take is one closer to your last.
Every word you say fades into the abyss of time.
He is dying.
His hand are shaking.
His legs are giving up.
She is dying.
Her eyes are black holes.
Her lips are pale.
It is dying.
We are dying.
You are dying.
They are dying.
Everyone dies.
No one is safe.
Sooner or later, Death will find you.
And He will suck the life out of.
It doesn’t matter If you are ready or not.
He is.
You will die.
And there is nothing you can do about it.
You can not foul Death.
No one can.
