Friday 2 December 2011

How does one die?

How does one die?

As an old man, waiting for the end, Accepting that there is nothing more to change?
Sitting down for a minute and never standing up again?
Throwing down your sword and armour and accepting the fact that you have done enough?
Having cold steel driven through your body and wondering if it was all really worth it?
Watching the world disappear with nobody noticing?
Floating downwards into the darkness, feeling everything slipping away, together with your will to fight?

How does one die?

Young, careless, still beautiful when you enter the grave?
As a sacrifice for the greater good, when you don't know what happens after you're gone?
Falling down trying to grasp the meaning of it all?
Giving up without knowing you're only ten yards away from the road back?
Grasping for every ounce of light when your future is still in the dark?
Graceful with the knowledge that your sacrifice saves the world as you know it?

How does one die?

Alone, with no-one left to say goodbye to?
Together, with people you just can't say goodbye to?
Blinded, by the light that's calling to a better place or stumbling through the dark, not knowing where you'll end up?
With your hands in the air, cursing the fact that you are in the wrong place at the wrong time or hoping that they don't know the plan that's furiously forming inside your head?
Throwing yourself in front of a stranger, whose innocence is unknown to you?
Throwing yourself in front of someone bad, just not being able to let someone die in front of your eyes?

Stabbed in the back, betrayed by the friend you once protected?

How does one die?

Afraid of what comes next?
Afraid of the darkness or the light?
Peaceful, with nothing left to stay for?
Sudden, without knowing it was time?
Slowly, knowing you can never go back?
Painful, wishing the cold darkness to come fast?
Silent, wondering if somebody even notices?
Running headfirst into a situation you can never get out again?
Angry, for the world has betrayed you?
Curious, because death is a mystery to be solved?
Smiling, because death is just another life to live?

How does one die?

One dies the death he has been living.

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