"Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade, death came with friendly care." He wears an ebony-black cape, he holds a gleaming cruel scythe, he has a face frightening beyond belief, he owns a body of a skeleton. This is the Lord of the Night, Thanatos- death. We believe Death is a painful and cruel tragedy that we hate and fear it. "Death is not fair," Some say, "How can the Grim Reaper have compassion? Death is the most horrible thing every living creature has to suffer!" No, honorable judges, fellow classmates, Living is.

Life, an ongoing instinct for survival, it's our nature. We were born to procreate, to bear physical, mental and emotional suffering and to enjoy life in return. We believe in heaven and hell, some believe in reincarnations or ressurrections, some believe death is just a similar transformation of existing, in other words, ghosts. And some believe we enter an eternal sleep, the end of consciousness. No matter what we believe, a part of us is still afraid of death, but what is there to be afraid of?

An average person would want immortality, which means never to die, a very foolish wish indeed, in due time, we will appreciate the importance of dying. In due time, life would be like a game grown overfamiliar and stale, the intolerable burden of minutia, which is every single detail in life, would turn into uncertainties and painful torture, in due time, we will be expecting Thanatos, when we have completed our goal, when we have grown tired and weary of everyday routine. We have the right to live, we also should have the right do die.

"Still," you think inwardly, "Life is too precious and wonderful to leave behind that easily." True, life IS wonderful, each one of us love some moments of our lives, at least there must be a few moments of happiness worth the suffering for. But what is life, to some people lying in the hospital bed, with a mass of wires and tubes anchoring them to life? What is life, when machines would force them to breathe, to digest painfully. What is life when they have completed their mission sent to earth, and just want to rest peacefully of old age? When their relatives, their childs going broke paying for the torture to make one live beyond their time or will? What is life, when one doesn't feel warmth in the sun, when one doesn't feel cold in the snow, when one lost taste in food, when one lost the will to live? Some wants to help, it's an action of kindness and compassion. But if we really have mercy, we should let them go... We never know how much pain one had suffered, mere words cannot express excruciating pain. If we have mercy, if we care, we should give all the right to die, because it's the only humane thing, it's the only merciful thing we could do. Instead we anchor their lives within their failing body, within their broken emotions, within death-in-life.

My dear audience, does death have compassion. I say, yes.

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I sank my face into my folded arms, poisoned by the melancholy music. My unfinished homework laid beside me despondently, as their importance diminishes little by little in my mind. I rose from my folded arms, glanced at the phone for the thirteenth time, it just rested there, soundless, when I don't want it to be. The music's sorrowful tune ridiculed my sadness with the glowing lamps hung on my walls, making me drowsy, with piccolo's elegant yet cruel melody painted around me. Inside, it began to snow. I shook off the snow every now and then; the coldness froze the roses' souls... It never stops snowing, just like an unending winter...

I sat there, wordless, motionless, with my eyes fixed on the half-empty page. I have read the first line over and over again; it somehow became rather extremely difficult for me to understand tonight. The pale, graceful moon whispered to me through her gentle, calm moonlight. The transparent clouds became curtains, putting the queenly moon and the chit-chattering stars slowly to sleep. Too many nights' silences has rushed over me, too many times the navy-black skies have accompanied me throug...

I've heard from someone, in the darkest of nights, in the coldest of ice, in the saddest moments, there'll always be someone to save you, if you're humble, nice, and optimistic... I've been trying my best to keep these qualities at the highest level. And I'm still sinking, freezing, choking...

I swallowed the words I wanted to say when he melted my icy heart with his laughing eyes, smile and voice. Look at me, I'm just a plain, ordinary girl who doesn't stand out... I'm smiling, because he's my friend, and I'm crying also, because that's all he'll ever be to me...

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