Deaths True Meaning.

I wrote this when I was about thirteen. (Im 17 now) And it's the best way I can describe what death is, and what agony is.

People say death is bad, when in actuality, death is very kind. Not many understand why this is, and I don't blame them. How could something that takes people and animals away forever be kind of all things? Well, here's how...

Agony. Agony, is everywhere. In your heart, in your dreams, deep beneath your skin. Agony is what death comes to relieve. When a soul is being torn, limb from limb, and a tear is cascading down your skin, death comes to take that away for ever.
Death is not but a savior. A friend when agony beats your already burning skin. When the torment and the internal massacre becomes too much that you take it upon yourself to beckon, if not bring, death to yourself. You beckon deaths lovely cloak to your troubled mind and scarred body by revealing the scarlet river hidden beneath your skin. When you take the shining razor, as your only friend.

Death comes as a merciful shadow, taking you away from agonies painful claws, and ragged scream. Death dries your tears and heals your skin from years of abuse. He comes from you beckons and your cries of help as a friend. Not the enemy people say he is. The people who have never experienced agony.

Most people, luckily, do not know true agony, and therefore fear death.

Seeing death as something horrid.

When it's not...

- DeadlyVelvetRoses
(Kayla Cline)

Author's Note

Please tell me how you can relate, I'd love to hear your stories. Ignore grammar mistakes, pay attention to the meaning please.