The truth itself

The victim is the one who will soon be beheaded, die, quietly die. The reason for silence is acceptance. It is to live the cold face of death with all who is being. It is the inability to escape from what will happen, from the truth itself.

Death is of all kinds. You die, you are cut into pieces, sometimes even your body cannot be found. You look forward to death, but you cannot die most of the time. Sometimes you go to death by cuddling and embracing your loved ones.

Sometimes you cannot die or leave the world even though you want it so much. Sometimes you become the living dead so that your life is kind of like a corpse. This is the most painful thing of death. You live, breathe, but you do not taste taste from the world.