“O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?”
Death is not an option. You can’t escape this that easily. You will not be condemned. You will not be abandoned. You will not be forgotten. You don’t get to choose what happens to you.
Death is not a solution. It is not an out. It will not provide the escape you wish for.
The grave holds no victory, no relief, no satisfaction. You long for something out of your reach. You long for a pain that you cannot have.
There is no escape, and you must accept that.
O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
(Apologies for the mildly religious post)