A Brief Composition on the Perspectives of Death, Daily Podcast

This the first ever icuc, shiny and yellowrose COLLABORATION!! We each wrote from one perspective.

Watcher:
I am the Watcher. I am not dead, I am not dying, I merely am. I watch all those who are dying.
Everyone is dying. From the moment they are born, they are dying. Every single second, they are living towards death.

Dying:
I am dying. I am not dead, just sitting, lying like a vegetable. I only live to breathe.
All I see is black. Her eyes, so black. Her lips, so black. The room, so black. With nothing to see, I see no point. But I cannot move. Without seeing, moving all I can do is... nothing.

Death:
I am your worst fear. The eternal blackness, the never-ending apathy. But you see, dear humans, I'm nothing to be afraid of. All I want is some company, and I will do anything to get it.

Watcher:
They shouldn't call it living, they should call it dying. They are so afraid of death, they aren't willing to face it.
Why the are so afraid of death, I do not know. I would gladly embrace it, if it came for me. Because if death is all that there is at the end, what is worth living- no, dying for?

Dying:
And as I do nothing, I do not want do give in. Death deserves no company, and being me I cannot turn my soul to her. I just can't.

Death:
Some humans are stubborn. Some are malevolent (there really is no point to being malicious about it. I won't stop, and I have very delicate feelings.) Some are ready and willing.
This girl, however, was something else altogether.

Watcher:
So many die everyday.
And I watch them all.
There is a certain beauty to the passing of the worlds, some silent moment where everything in the world is fabulous and glorious and in some magic way, right.
There are those who refuse to go, but they all give in. They have to. It is the way of the world. And their passings are often the most beautiful.
However, there is one of the dying who will not go. Who seems not to refuse out of stubbornness, but out of reason.
Why? I want to ask. Why upset the world, the fragile world, the world of death and dying?
Why not die in peace?

Dying:
I refuse. Her grasp it too frightening, too rough. It will not take me for I am too strong. Dying is for those who have nothing to live for. I can come back, so I will. I have everything to live for.

Death:
It is not often that I lose my patience. And it is exceedingly rare that I scream.
But scream I did. Lids closing, and hands tearing open the world open from the inside.
The girl opened her eyes
and laughed.

Watcher:
There are those who like to die awake, watching, knowing, seeing Death come up and upon them.
Then there are those who would prefer not to see Death coming, who would prefer to have Death steal them away silently.
But none, not in all of my existence, not since Death was created and took her first soul, has one outlasted Death's visit.
Death's anger is, in itself, awe-inspiring. The sheer power behind it would scare any living being.
But I am not living. So I laughed. and as I did, so did the one who was dying. So I stopped laughed. Why did she act more powerful than Death?
Nothing is more powerful than Death. Not love, not trust, not anything tangible in the Universe.
Death is the end. If there is not end, there can be no beginning.
And so everything is overturned.
And nothing can be true anymore.

Dying:
I laughed when she screamed. Not eve a hearty laugh. Almost a distant chuckle. The dissonance between us was there. I just could see it. But not really, not "seeing" in a sense, but more, well, noticing.
I noticed her anger, seeping into my mind, trying to take over my soul, to bring me to her favorite place; my hell. Death. I will not go to her haven. I will never reach me hell. Death will not prevail.

Death:
Defiance emanated from her, more powerful than anything I had ever encountered.
More powerful than me?
Impossible.
And yet, there it was, the raw truth shining brightly for all to see. This human, more powerful than Death.
And with this knowledge there was a turning. A fearful grinding. The Earth falling in on itself. The human felt nothing, she continued to laugh. The grinding continued, and I began to fade away, wisps of the soul I didn't have being pulled apart. In an effort to control myself (for getting out of control is really quite a silly thing to do, you see) I struck with an all-powerful metaphorical axe upon the human.
She stopped laughing.

Dying:
As my chuckling stopped, I sobbed inside my soul. My body still dead, yet, my soul still alive and sad. And as her grasp en-strangled me and dragged me deeper into my hell, I realized it was my time. I was not done with my life. It was so normal, yet so bizarre; death is normal for the human race, bizarre for me, not being free.

Watcher:
In the beginning, I saw that there was dark.
And the dark was good.
And from the dark came the light, and from the light came the life. And from life came Death.
And so things have always been.
and so I believed they would always be.
But when Death, who came both before and after everything, was overpowered, became angry, she destroyed. She brought down the dying one who was stronger than Death.
I believe that my creations can do no wrong. They simply make different choices. So although I was, perhaps, a little upset with Death, it was her choice to make.
And so things have always been.
And so they always will be.

Note: icuc is the Watcher, yellowrose is Dying, and shiney is Death. We hope you enjoyed...