Dolls and Puppet

 Fear not on whom are not capale to take the body. However, take fear upon those whom are able to take the soul and what is unworldly. Death adn darkness, never are the two described as kind. Count not thy steps , for it matters not. What is life? What is death? In pure honesty I, until currnt time could not see the vague line that seperates the two to be different. In a dee darkness follows light. And within such blinding light, follows that darkness. In death follows a funeral, in life follows death. How such uncertainties disturbs me most. "Is it a dear of the end?", Let me tell you this, gentlemen. Fear is not one whom took over I, not whome drove me to this state of madness. For death in its truest form is not the end of this thing we call life; nor is it the start of a new one. For death is a part of it. The more we are to live, the more we are to know about death. The closer we are to death, the more we are to understand on the purpose of living; and so, vice versa. Death is cold, dark, and hollow. Like a doll it does not posses a soul nor does it to a will. This clears the fog within the defenition of death. It is not when ones heart stops itself from beating, it is when both feel and will is lost. Once will is no more, thou shall dance, walk, and talk like a puppet, A doll, This, however, does not better life in any way either.