• Death. The thing people fear. Not to know what or when to expect it.Like a river, it rises and flows... Forever chancing,forever knowing,that one day like stars to be there, to be here, and to one day disappear. Forever knowing what to expect.. the beauty of Life, to end by death.Wanted or not, to always recieve. To one day leave all. To move on and never know when...The true beauty of death...Forever knowing and looking, forever seeking and finding...always knowing who and what it wants, for never to fail. The day it dies will be the begining of a true hell. Never to die to witness the pain of life and love. For the beauty of death is know that all is fine once it takes its toll,no worries no pains...Just the freedom of life, to one day end....