Death diaries: page 1

What fascinates humans  more than the art of living, is the fashion of death. People prepare whole life to glorify their last breath. Every rat race leads to the same conclusion. Young infants are taught to part their hair like nobles, taught in schools to get the best job done, eluded to the best females to breed the best peanuts of society. They are so much into the profession of grandiose that they solely neglect the purpose given to them as homo socialis.

At first there was nothing and then god said: “let there be light.” And there it was. Forests turned into cities, oceans turned into deserts and apes turned into humans; dressing neatly, studying what more than half of them already knew, asking questions that had the same old explanations, thus claiming themselves the self proclaimed most intelligent species in the universe, with no idea how expansive, the universe was, at the end, stopping to learn anything of true sense.
God bless his utter ways of making them realize; they needed to know more, by using apples of his most beloved tree. Starting form Eve ending on newton. This idea of discovery drew many margins for man to research and excel. But being humans, they rather made them subjects, divided them in chapters, dissected them in diagrams and made the coming generation fear the new. Every time someone stepped into light, he was discouraged, trialed and executed for their mistakes. Socrates, Galileo, Da Vinci and Copernicus were some of them. I can assure you, they are doing great here.
But why am I telling this to you? Because every time; before a human is born, he meets me first before getting delivered. I tell him I am certain. I am to come. And so it begins; the eternal rush to lie to oneself.
Who I am? I am death.
I sound terrible and people may freeze at my arrival, but it is so unfair. I was the one counting on them, every time they feel hopeless. Every time humans have taken a gasp of  air, or rubbed two stones, I was there. I was there even before your life was written; and remember what I told you; I would come, and you said certainly, and I sent you in life, and you forgot me. Why man?
People find it hard to accept, death was marked on their temples long before birth was written. The only difference you could make was how long before you bump into me. Your actions decide your age. Your birth decides your death.
Me along with my old amigo (life) sit together sometimes, discussing humans, laughing at each other’s opinions putting money on how you will live your days. And to be honest, humans have disappointed me every fucking time!
Take this, last day we were just dissing over an octogenarian kid, who was to be served with a heart attack that would lead him to me. My old friend, life said, he is a disgraceful human and would die in shame. I put money on him being an honorable soul, sharing his will in his two sons. I was totally taken by. The pervert had a third wife, exponentially half of the quarter of his total age, whom he had given all his property. I took him up, but I tell you, he will be taken care of, personally; in hell. After all, hell is just a sauna, they say. After losing my bet, I asked my friend, how was he so sure of it? He said “That’s life, chico!”
Trust me; its not the arrival of death that should scare the humans, but the idea of living through. To live is the greatest reason to die. No cancer can out do it.

Looking towards the graveyards,
Killer boy Death xoxo