Source: J. Pierre
So many afraid of you, they fear the uncertainty of the unknown but are you really that puzzling?
Some say everything stops when you step in; life stop to thrill.
But I say death is not only Mount Vesuvius over Pompeii.
It is the rest for that travelling heart, a heart which toiled over Himalayan of heavy load.
Hey, these shoulders need a rest at some point.
Death brings a slumber of the never return, alarm clocks are obsolete.
Just unequivocal silence, the type when you can hear yourself thinking and you cannot do a thing about that mental exercise.
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