Death Looks so Pretty

Time falls back to twelve
Punishing one with yet another beautiful dream
Yet it is one that ends in death
Where the body floats in an abyss of darkness
The mind at peace that all the worlds stress is gone
With no more feeling of pain that capsized their whole existence
Like a ship sinking into the unknown and the captain coming to amends that this is where the ship will go down
A sense that all troubles in life are over and were pointless in a life with the same end
The beauty that is within a dark place of mystery which stands still for eternity
Filled with memories of the past relived as if it just happened
Maybe there is peace in the end
Or maybe chaos invokes in us
Taken through a whole journey to find the absoluteness of nothing
Where reality is not one with logic but what defies it  
In certain times the idea seems like a proposal you cannot turn down
Because in your darkest moments anything seems better
Which is why when the eight o’clock alarm rings death looks so pretty