When I was a kid, the thing that scared me the most in life was death – the primal thought of ceasing to exist upon the exhale of your final breath.
It would keep me up at night, the thought of nothingness after filled me with terror and fright.
I wanted to live forever and purge those dark thoughts with the purity of the morning light.
As I grew and experienced more of mankind’s plights, the single thing that lost it’s shine was life.
The evils of humanity contrived, stealing away the beauty of the dawns early light – leading to days now filled with fright.
I now only see the dangers I’m exposed to if I continue to breathe. Maybe death is the light at the end of the tunnel; the final reprieve.
I hope one day to rediscover the warmth of light – washing away this fear of life before death finally embraces me.
I lay this at the feet of humanity as my final plea.
Stop the darkness.
End the suffering.
Stop the pain.
Return the light.
And banish the Fear of Life in me.
Phoenix From Words 