The Chaos

The Art of Deterioration

Humans deteriorate beautifully.

We give a piece of ourselves away

Each time we laugh, we cry,

We sing, we grieve,

We lose, we win,

We fall in love, we fall out of love,

And we give our precious moments away,

So that they can become faded memories.

Now when we are old and frail,

And looking into the face of Death himself,

And we don't bother begging and grasping for

"Just one more moment!"

Instead we smile and welcome eternal sleep,

Because we have given away 

Every possible and precious piece of ourselves

So that we can be remembered

By those we leave behind as we face the next adventure.

We welcome Death and his escapade,

Because we have completed the art of deterioration.