Laughing in the beauty of mirth, crying in the fallacy of grim
The existential bane knows its mettle of rendering light out of the glim
Sonder in its somberness often cries, 
In the most flamboyant smiles, it hides to encumber its ocean eyes
Pleading to the horizons above and the heavens below,
To enclothe me in the hue of tranquillity, the one that reaps what it sows.
I have died a thousand deaths in the atrocious night, 
To meet myself at the dimwits' end of a new dawn, 
As the next morning, I choose to embrace the light
Alas, mortality often leaves us soulless, where hope loses its core,
Where the hanging thread of sanity snaps out of its dearth that breathes no more
Often said that grandiose acts of courage are labelled as bravery in this strife,
But the bravest thing someone can do is not to embrace death as they choose to survive.
I plead thee to cry, to wail, to sob in the ugliest stance if that's what keeps you here,
In a world that is usually a callous place, it becomes kinder with you near.
I hope you choose to walk into the footsteps of existence that make you not just survive but thrive
And what death finds you, I hope it finds you alive. 

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