Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

complete non existence in a millisecond
what must that be like
aware then... unaware
aware then... nothingness
seems unfair
arbitrary
no bones
no solidness
a tiny smear then
dust to dust
not like us
elaborate in our demise
wailing desperation morbid loss
and we can't even fly

not elaborate in demise

splat
no coroner's inquest
no death certificate
just a Squeegee

yes, well if I could fly I could see the sorrow in my demise but since I can't it makes more sense to mourn the gnat! I mean they can't be such useless little critters if they were gifted to fly...and I can't!

death's become such a racket, just toast me embers and cast me to the wind free of charge.