Like a cliche and bad metaphor, death, plows down the tracks that lead no where and abruptly end with a whimper.
A hitchhiker with a dream ride that turns sinister and abandons you on a dark road, in the middle of nowhere in the rain.
A mouse in the field at night eating a piece of grain and swallows to fill your belly just as an owl swoops down and crushes your skull.
But it’s not that melodramatic. It’s rather boring actually and the monotony of the loss is endless in its perfect completeness. A constant companion that replaces the one that you loved in life appears only when you close your eyes and squeeze real tight until the lights appear in the darkness.