The cry of a child, the touch of a raindrop, the sound of your mind falling into chaos. Each is nothing but a passing memory, as is life. The dark abyss is calling, trying to suck you inside its depth.
Life is the light, death is the darkness, oppisites, like fire and water. Death and Life, each a beautiful thing. The abyss which is darkness calling out to the wandering soul.
To give up the fight to avoid the darkness is weak but the darkness is coy and sneaky, luring you into her dark depths.
The abyss pulls in your mind, body and soul. No matter how strong your heart is, you get sucked in. Each passing feeling is meaningless when the pain of hate and rejection is luring you into the giant, dark, whirlpool of death and release.
The feeling of letting go of your grip and falling is so sweet, like the most beautiful song, or the most ripe fruit, or the most fullfilling dream of happiness.
Falling into the beautiful death is not losing the battle its just finding what all humans need, a beautiful release of the pain, the hate, the horrible deeds of human kind.
Giving in is not giving up, as you fall into the abyss.
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