For death is not terrifying, rather, a beautiful sonnet of a chaotic life.
Departure from long-entwined bonds, a conscious break from being a mother and a wife.
Birth is the continuity, a migration into a chaotic awareness.
Watching a world elude in death,
Breaking from earthly congress.
Life is consumed by life, as a living parasite feeding off on own.
Life becomes a beautiful note, starting with ecstasy of curiosity, ending with violent mourn.
Death is the celebration, a freedom, a liberation of an insidious drudgery.
Birth is an awareness, death is a sorcery.
Feat. Nocturne by Juliano
