What if death is someone.
Death is attracted to us, as humans. Our strong wills, our emotions, our defiance of him.
We tempt death. We dance seductively close to him, then skip away right before our skin brushes. A brush with death.
Death loves us, but he fears the closeness. He know that once we touch him, once we die, he cannot see us anymore he can't never be close to us again. We can't die twice.
Sometimes death trips, sometimes he falls over his own feet, embracing us. A cold kiss of death.
Death is attracted to the raw beauty of human nature. We tell ourselves to survive. But we still dance, we still tempt him without knowing it.
He falls in love. He falls in love with everyone he kills.
No matter what death has done, or who he has taken away, we still think he is beautiful. There is an appeal to something so final, something so lasting.
Death is the ultimate tortured soul. When he touches the thing he loves it is lost to him. He grieves, holding our empty bodies missing the soul he loved so much.
Sage
You really use words beautifully no matter the subject.
ReplyDeleteThere are so many lines I want to steal.
ReplyDelete"He know that once we touch him, once we die, he cannot see us anymore he can't never be close to us again. "
"When he touches the thing he loves it is lost to him."
Oh my God the last paragraph.
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He falls in love with everyone he kills.
You make writing seem effortless.