Metamorphosis

I feel the change coming over me, the effect.
The effect of time worn into my skin, into my heart, where the dying days approach and life no longer has meaning.
I feel the change in my blood, where each day possesses no value, and to live is to struggle with over-powering forces, where I'm a sinking weight in the ocean with each ounce of pressure pressing harder and harder.
I said goodbye to the lost days and the memories of times that were better, or were they ever even good?
Now I greet my demise, my metamorphosis, into the world of shadow and death, where my passing will spark not the slightest concern among the living, and the days will amble on in a much better way for those blessed and endowed with the spirit of happiness.

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