It starts in the middle of your chest
The heart chakra
The pull towards death
Like pulling you out of your chest
Toward something better
All your friends, pets and family
That have passed before
Calling you over
To somewhere far better
Still and peaceful
Life hurts
Your body hurts
Life literally has a stench
Cluttered with things
And distractions
To take you away from reality
Life is death
You die into it
When you’ve suffered enough
You’re borne out of it
Those consumed and addicted to life
Like drug addicts
Are subject to desire and aversion
The suffering is accepted
Like Stockholm syndrome
In the end they balance out
When the sentence is served
The meat vehicle rots away
The mind and emotions fade
And the souls slips easily away
Like falling asleep
The wave of life
Returns to the sea of immortality