Death,one word in my shadeed vocabulary.Very popular, among my kind.Loosing something so precious. Loosing what cant be replaced. Loosing life. Sliping away from my fingertip's. Dark, deep suffocating piece of life. The end. Or is it the begining? What is death like? Is it painful or is it relieving? Do you drown in the spaces of inbetween? Is there an upside or a downside? Are you even listening? I only speak once, so listen. death strike's my eye's, black. In all black everyday,is me. Gothic, nope. Freedom of expression, yes.Judged by critics, yes. Do i care? Nope! Everyone seem's i know about death. That I am in mourning, but death lies in a blank corner of my mind. Tragic loss or sweet salvation.Is death me? Or is it my best friend. Who is death? I think death is me.