Death: “What can be more absurd than choosing to carry a burden that one really wants to throw to the ground? To detest, and yet to strive to preserve your existence?” You reek of hypocrisy. I hear the creak of your bones and sense their longing to be released, betrayed to me by your own body. Lay them down, let them go. I feel the depth of your sorrow and marvel at such absurdity, an endeavor marred by failure and strife held yet so sacred. Go hence unto a swift and bitter death, released from the tyranny of cloud and sky. Go hence unto a swift and bitter death with prayers of thanks upon your lips. There is a rift in humankind that nothing in this world can fill, a chasm that beckons to come embrace its deepest trench. And from this void I summon thee with tender voice and cold caress to fling yourself with joy into the maw from whence you came. The harshest trial you will ever face is continuing to live. The sweetest bliss you’ll know, to overcome your hesitance.