Death Nesting - The Silence Stays

Death is simple, death is plain, the heart stops beating, it won’t start again. No bargain struck, no saint to plead, just the body, and its need. The breath is not a miracle, it is machinery in collapse. A body only knows one language: beginning and its end. No justice comes. No balance weighs the scales. The soil takes the virtuous and the cruel with the same blind hand. Death is simple, death is plain, the heart stops beating, it won’t start again. No bargain struck, no saint to plead, just the body, and its need. Every name is a fleeting sound, spoken once, then swallowed down. The grave remembers longer than blood; the earth does not distinguish love. This is not cruel. This is not kind. It is the fact behind every mind. No one escapes, no one transcends. There are no lessons. There is only the end. Death is simple, death is near, it doesn’t whisper, it doesn’t hear. It doesn’t ask, it doesn’t think, and it comes for you, All the same. When you are gone, nothing waits, nothing holds, nothing breaks. The silence stays.