In this world of uncertainties, death serves to provide some balance, some form of certainty.
In this disparaging world of imperfections, death bring us all to one final and common state of perfection where all in life is comeplete.
Death occurs when you have no more business in this living world whether decided by you or mightier powers.

Sometimes you have your life revolving around one thing and your emotions and mental capabilities banked on the one same thing and when that one thing deem you useless or let know your deed is done, you feel like you have no more living business. Then you feel the need to look for a little something to hang on to but you know no one will ever (want to) understand so you just let it slide and slip away...

The hurt is a reminder, the blood is a legacy.

Sometimes it is this thing that is so important and special that the thought of death keeps creeping in cause you want your life complete with this masterpiece, sealed to perfection;
The perfection of you and me.

You proved love to be a luxurious decadence that I willingly set myself up for.
Let me decay;
In the name of love.

//a masterpiece will always be one; it's irreplaceable
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