'Welcome Death' Freestyle

"And what if i woke up one morning and i was gone,
no longer a slave to the daily dance and song,
but away from the drain of life that causes of much pain.
for while you need insanity to compare to the sane,
it takes nothing more than a cut to the vein to separate the two.
yet who are you to pass judgment on that light,
forget the demons one may have to fight,
because they're all around us at any given moment.
be those not angels nor men,
but figments that blend together,
oh help me shatter what we endeavour the picture in which what we call forever. "

For a while now, I've thought of writing a piece called 'Welcome Death', or something along those lines. While those who know me know I'm far from that phase of ridden teenage angst, the title itself is one that I've come to like, and have wondered what I should tie to it.

My typical writing process is that I think (or even grab) a line and go from there. Usually I have its content/feel in mind, but I tend to branch off that single line (side thought: am I sounding pretentious yet) and that line itself is sure to appear in the piece somewhere.

'Welcome Death' is sort of different. It's not a line, but a title. A cheesiness title at that. Sure, I could incorporate it within, but I'd have to feel that I'd be able to cover up its cheese factor, something that sounds rather difficult when simply thinking of the words 'Welcome Death' together.

With that, it's no wonder I haven't really written anything in regards to it. To be honest, seeing that I haven't updated this blog at all in the couple of months its been active, I thought now would be a perfect time to play around with 'Welcome Death'.

As a random story, I use to freestyle as a kid, back before I even knew making up rap lines on the spot had an actual name. While I don't "rap" anymore, I still like to see if I'm able to just keep going with something, branching off lines from the top of my head.

It ends where I became distracted. I tried to continue, but like most of my poetry runs, I wasn't able to catch a second breath. Oh well. I do admit that sounds really emo/angst ridden and especially has an incredible cheese factor, but I really do like the last line. I may continue with it, or use it for something else.