From the Void

Death, isn’t always sad, 
But Sadness is always death. 
Nipped in the bud, before it happens, 
Like a stillborn that draws no breath.

The end of possibilities, 
The end of lines of time, 
So easy to bestow is sadness, 
So easy to commit the ultimate crime.

Pain writhes in agony, 
Suffering wallows in sorrow, 
Sadness merely encompasses, 
Vanishing all better morrow.

Yet in Sadness lies a certain stillness, 
At the very edge of the gravity, 
It lets you see and lets you be, 
It is what makes you, me.