I understand the phrase very personally. Death is with us from the moment we are brought into this world, to the moment it decides to take us with her to the other side. Being human is nothing but death on a daily basis. I have learned within my life, no one can make a difference; the difference makes you. You wake up one morning looking at the years of your life, which have escaped from you. You come to the realization that you are the only thing which has changed, or is different. When you see the world through the true eyes of neglect, only then can you experience the rawness from within the solitude of the nothing.
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The Way of Rotting
This is when the creeping sets in. The slow dance of reality’s fracture. Noticeable to those who notice her enchantment. Beauty within the cracks of her tears. Drowning in the sorrows of the pleasures you have borrowed. Stolen. Mindlessness feeds the empathy, which the brain dead sheeple desire to feed upon. Craving. Slaving to see lies within their mirrored enchanted eyes. Group mentality is a slippery slope of fondue razor blades. Absolutely Delicious. The Grand Pyramid knows the truth; laughing as the brain dead and owned sheeple ignorantly graze. This is the way of sheeple; the way of rotting.
G.G. Kalfas 