Death Monologue

The entire day was like that: a powerful awakening of whom and what I would truly miss. I became sentimental about saying good-bye to many people I had taken for granted—the regulars who came into the

I had never smelled a corpse before today, but now it fills the air like poison, as cruel to the mind as it is to the nose. It’s pungent, rotten, and sickly sweet, the smile on an assassin’s face before he kills your soul. I don’t want to open my eyes to see the source, but it must be nearby, as I feel his cold skin, roughened by the last few months that probably made him grateful of his death, against my own. My eyelids are heavy, begging me not to lift them, not to move at all, to lie there until God takes pity on me too, and lets me go.

As we were packing the last of our things into a U-Haul truck and saying goodbye to our friends, I suddenly got sad because I would be leaving what I knew. So as I took the last breath

It’s 3096 now. Things are different than they were a hundred years ago. We’ve changed drastically over time. The plague has been an obstacle scientists have failed to overcome. But we must not let the plague take control of emotions.

I don’t like to reminisce on the event, yet when iris plastered all over the papers, 25 years after the incident, I can’t help but remember the affair. Even though I have tried to move on, it will always be a part of my past. A dark, grim, part of it that haunts me up to this day.

Jessie slightly blushed. Irish was trying to push his buttons, and she had a genuine talent at it. "Facing me at firsts of course and then who knows where it would lead, but yeah, you would have your hands full." He teased her back not wanting to be the only one as excited as he teenage boy having his prom night at the playboy mansion.

Anse I stand next to the bed. I watch slowly as she weakens, approaching death and stepping on the porch of it’s house. She don’ look as pale as can be, I look into her soul to see the damage that has been done. The light I see in her eyes dims, barely shining matter a fact. Vardaman next to me.

My life was flashing before my eyes, I was realizing what was happening death was coming. Cold and stillness filled the room while the feeling of death started to overtake my body it was a different feeling but it had to come. My limbs felt heavy and I thought real slow everything was slowing down. Just then something odd happened like nothing I ever thought some sound came into the room an annoying buzzing creature.

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“To be, or not to be- that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them. To die- to sleep- No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to. ' Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die- to sleep. To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!

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As I wandered throughout the ball in my silky satin dress, a recent “mourning” widow as he “tragically” died, I was looking for a new husband. He left millions, enough for a belle like me to finally efflorescence and find my new victim. He was tall, and seemed lonely, the perfect victim. I’ve had to move towns a few times actually, because I was shamed by the towns as I had to move to remarry to be “socially acceptable”. I took their lives and their money.

“Death, be not proud, though some have called thee” (Line 1), this personification is what the speaker greets Death with. The speaker pushes against Death, as if it was a real person and claims that it is not as powerful as it attempts to persuade others to believe. Death to the speaker is a weakling that has tricked others to believe that it holds the ending of one's life in its grasp. The speaker talks about how Death is an act of sleep that is one stepping stone closer to eternity, and a slave to the darkness that surrounds the world.

When you are six, you don’t worry about anything. You have your friends, your family, and that’s all you need to be happy. Your life is careless, like it should be when you are a child. However, it can change in one night. The next thing you know: your mom is packing in a hurry; she is crying, and when she notices you, rapidly puts on a big smile to make you feel safe and protected.

However, in contrast to Emily’s poem, the speaker undervalues death’s supremacy as its power is actually not in its own control. It is a contradictory to Emily’s poem. In line 9 "Thou’art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men" indicates death as a slave as it does what has been ordered from the superior ones. Death takes human’s life not because he is willing to do so but because he is forced to do so. In line 10-11, “And dost with poison, war and sickness… can make us sleep as well” the speaker associates death with poison, war and sickness as death is not the only factor of human’s deceases which then the speaker posts rhetorical question for death to stop being proud. Also, the usage of rhetorical questions like in line 2 “For thou art not so” makes death fragile. Further, the last line in this poem “And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die” points out that at the end, the only one who dies is death itself which will be discussed in the element of Christian theology in this essay. The ending also eventually argues that death is weak and vulnerable, not in control and that is the reason why human should not fear death. All the arguments made by the speaker in this poem creates death less powerful and less control of itself which illustrates a condescending tone to elucidate death’s incapability to kill.