to some, death is the Desire to Enter Another Tier of Habitation. We all have to live thru the different levels of existence. Once this physical one is over. well.. that's up to the indiviual now isn't it.
Around, all around, the shadows gather. My dread grows as the stroke of death falls against my naked soul. It smites me, and darkly my blood drips to the wicked earth that is my prison. In my madness I cry out while the end of life hovers close. Now alone, my love falls upon bleeding eyes.