Death Poetry

Dead from birth The cosmos is alive The trees, the bees. Even the rock in front of me But I cannot be I was dead before I was even born An idea of a living being Not enjoying life But constantly wondering Why anything can be Foolishly happy Roaming purposelessly on this Earth Dead from birth! ~ Death Poetry

All things have a start. All things have a telos. And the end is what defines the start. And the death is what gives meaning to life itself. Existence. Being. Humans trying to understand. Life in circles. Light and dark. All things have an end. But do not cry. All things have a start...

  Embryos being old. Humans being born. How can the new succeed what is gone? How can the wise man ever be young once more? How can life be alive without ever dying, how could death die without being alive? Oh, deep inside I knew. From the very beginning, the cosmos was old. (And then, it was born...)