So here it is . . my death has come for me. A new beginning found in a lost end. A frozen mirage of endlessness breathing as it were living, encased in a capacity of loss and suffering. Ah yes, for the day is long, but short and sweet. All is lost for me now, an ending has come. Swollen by it’s own capacity to love. Rafeakeal’s time has come, no more bonding, no more lovers, no more buddies or pals. Just an end, a finishing of sorts. Time to move on and breath again, time to pass the world by and see the truth of your pitiful existence. The surprise is just there waiting for me. your nameless now and soon you’ll be completely faceless. A black hole of nothing reaching toward a place of endless suffering, but in your suffering you will find a peace you never knew existed. A peace you’ll find it so very hard to let go of. You will no longer be human. This case, this trap of a human body that has entrapped you since the moment you were born into this death defying forsaken rotten to the bone world we call Earth. And if you think this is an actual end for you, your wrong. It’s not an end for you it’s an end for me. No more having to deal with your endless, unfathomable, pathetic humanistic horse shit. Ah, what peace I shall feel with this death.