Embrace The Flames

By Redrum

The stench of death consumes me.
It whispers in my ear.
It asks to be embraced.

To let death engulf you is easier then to live.

With life there comes a never ending suffering,
of anguish,
of sadness,
and of heartbreak.

When you embrace the cold hands of death your suffering ends.

But the choice is always a hard one to make.

Many who have stood at the cold flames of death choose the warmth of life instead.

To embrace death you must be of the element.

You must be made of ice.

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