Psyche ward wisdom

Death is such a definitive word. Yet holds such a beauty within itself. It holds the memories of loved ones past. For its hold is eternal and cold yet holds our loved ones tenderly.

As I watch the the water turn red as my life drains. I cut deeper finding refuge in the pain. It makes the voices fade and the horrors i have seen go silent. I'm life all I have known is agony and pain.But in death I am finding peace. The times I have failed are just stepping stones to my death. As those around me weep for my I rejoice for I have succeeded. It is a silence that is infinite and strong yet so fragile that a sound can break it.That is what I long for in death the infinite sound of silence pure and true. The beauty of death the melody of silence from a life of horrors past for they are no more

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