The Bitter Truth

It's painful isn't it, your days of goodness come to an end, to those out there mourning with clasped hands, they bid you goodbye, singing songs of the bitter truth. All those memories are now trapped in the dark coffin, drowning in the sinking sand under the slab of darkness. To those indebted to your love, now they have lost their life. Those who desired to reconcile, have now lost forgiveness. Death is something regretted forever, by all vitalities, a power on which all the laws of nature look down in fear, an entity that even the hopeless look up to in hope, that is the bitter truth, the harsh reality, the power of death. ~ Alban George thevitalinception