Beautiful Death

It took meeting Death to finally feel alive.

I didn't want to die. Unfortunately, I didn't have much of a passion for life either. Hidden behind the smile of my mask was a broken soul. Trapped in a purgatory of my creation, it felt like the freedom that Death's cold embrace would provide was the only true escape.

On the night I finally stood before The Grim Reaper, face to face, it wasn't a fearful chill that moved through my body. Instead it was a lightning bolt of adrenaline that shook me ...