Death.

Death.                                 4-5-13
What scares me, is that there are moments, in which I fear not death. It suddenly becomes sane, like someone just injected you with Acceptance and it flows to every inch of you.  Suddenly, picking up that cigarette, Gulping that bottle seems pleasant.  Letting go seems easy, running that endless road seems feasible. And hope and faith seem like distant birds you once saw which flew away to never be seen again. Its that naked truth that scares me. It's that deafening silence, that dull roar that sinks into my bones to absorb me in oblivion. An endless abyss.