The Ecstasy of Death

To comprehend mortality Unstoppable curse of curiosity Obsessed with life’s fragility To be nothing but a flicker in the dark, fleeting Not to be answered Without purpose, without end a beginning is obsolete Threaded into an eternity of repetition Holding on by a thin pale line of hope Birthed into existence for brief moments Vile imprints of imperfection An astral punishment Pages turn, star map ablaze Abandon terrestrial vessel Adrift in the blackened void Lost but never forgotten Specks of dust collapsing in infinite space Spawned like the stars before us The epitome of living melancholy Drifting through the void only to be seen again in memories The ecstasy of death awaits