Explaining Death, Drained Of #life Death, such a tragic thing. Happens to everyone, no matter what age, no matter who loves them. Death doesn't care. Death doesn't care who's taken and when. The smoke can come in many ways, drowning in the devils blood, shot by sunken soldiers, stabbed by smiling knives. Death doesn't care. Death isn't what takes our breath, it's the breath they took with them.if you've never lost someone, you'd never understand.mthe feelings of emptiness, of despair, of pure #depression that only the cruelest of tragedies could've wrought. If I had to describe it to you, in a clouded but clear way, I'd say this. Imagine, your standing over an abyss, an abyss in which only the purest of evil souls lie , waiting,waiting for their taste of fresh, innocent blood. Your standing on a wooden plank,my our whole #life souls relying on this one wooden plank. This one wooden plank, saving you, holding you, loving you. You have the deepest affection for this plank. The thought of it leaving crushes you. Well, one day, your heart it coming, a disaster, a growling from deep beneath the evil. It's rising, up and up,closer and closer. The sharp claws snatch empty breaths and the fear consumes you. And then your falling, down, down, down. The plank, it's gone. Stolen, stolen from right underneath you. Gone, forever. As you fall silently the realisations of the situation hits you, smashes you throughout he barrier, the barrier that kept you Safe, safe from the beast. But now as you land softlyin his palm. Waiting to be drained of #life you realise that your whole #life was being held up by that one plank of wood, now it's gone and you are too. Now it's all gone, everything, that person that left you is lost, you lost, together. Where you are is different. A sort of shadow surrounds you, strangling you yet letting your mind roam free, wondering, gasping for a dream brighter than this.your not alive, yet you float in the world which is meant for living. Your dead but confused, empty yet consumed. Consumed its pure Hatrid and loathing. A dark desire for death and a peircing lust for revenge, all your energy focused on making other people fear your pain. All the happiness you ever had was stolen from you. You blame yourself but your shaken to the core with the thought of admitting it. A bitterness runs through you that is just too powerful to remain inside and the only way of releasing it is to share it. Your pain is too unbearable to go through alone so making other people suffer is the only thing to do. They must suffer this fate as did you. They must fall into the beasts hands. They must be drained of #life. My #life was taken, why do they get to keep theirs. Were all ghosts, drained of #life.