Delivering

death does not frighten me. it's the comfort in knowing where I'll belong, the little that shall become of me. the peaceful darkness soothes the hard edges, it's fitting, this certainty in conviction, that in death; I will no longer matter, spreading into nothingness, I'll fade away gradually, & the poetic tongue that screamed bullets, will finally hold it's breath to find rest. I do not fear death, you see; there lies my hope for a silent, separate eternity completely beyond myself.