Sleep in nice. It’s peaceful. It’s angelic. It’s loving.

Death is not nice. It’s not peaceful. It’s not angelic. It’s not loving.

Death is welcoming. It’s a cold embrace. It’s an old friend that you never saw coming.

Sleep is not death. Death is not sleep. Neither are what you want them to be. Some nights, sleep is not nice. Some days, death is not welcoming.

Death is an old friend. Sleep is nice.

Being asleep is peaceful and relaxing. It’s a delusion though. Sleep gives you hopes that you won’t ever achieve.

Death is cold water. Death is reality. It is the hard truth that no one ever wants to face.