Succumb To Silence

what if this train crashed. what if it crumpled to pieces like a soda can under the foot of a pesky child? would i feel impact? would the pressure push my insides together, shattering my ribcage? would my brain implode? would every little atom in my body exert so much kinetic energy, that my body simply bursts into little particles fluttering into the atmosphere? would i matter enough to be more than a statistic. there is a certain beauty to death after all. i fear death the same way a child fears the dark. it is the unknown aspect that i fear, yet the thought of endless silence doesn’t faze me. i’m not interested in what comes after, the future of my rotting corpse doesn’t concern me in the slightest. it is what happens whilst my brain slips into the never ending sleep i’ve been destined to ever since i was born, that i am truly curious about. the way i see it, we mustn’t fear death, as we are ordained to it.