Death

I guess suffering is relative
But my heart is like a sieve
I don’t think I’m suicidal
But I also don’t want to live

I think there’s beauty in death
Like an ocean of infinite depth
There’s a gorgeous serenity
In one’s final breath

Besides, overtime we all rot
In the end, death is all we’ve got
No matter who you are in life,
We’re all headed for the same spot