Its special,
Odd, but interesting.
Unique in its own way,
Satisfying, but depressing.
It's a disease we have when born,
And is impossible to escape.
Where people get to surrender...
All pain, forgotten
All life efforts, ended.
If you escape it you're cheating
The ways of life, bended
They have beat themselves,
With nothing to live for,
All importance destroyed.
Death destroys nothing.
Yet, ends everything.