Deaths in all of us

Death is something that's been face for as long as history has been recorded. It's been a major part of Greek culture and mythology, its been a practice of the occult, it's shown in horror movies and stories and whatever, but the essay I will be working on when I get back to school three days from now just scares me.

When I think about it, I just say "Why?". Why must my mind have pushed me to think about this essay and draw out on it? Death is death. It's gruesome, terrifying, a fact. It's something I don't even want to enjoy, yet I am a fan of blood spill and gore myself, but death is death. It just happens.

I will try to write that essay and try not to draw out on it and make it a horror story. Lord knows we'd need another Edgar Allen Poe in the world...

Until then,

Yours Truly