a sweet and silent kiss

how can i be killed when i have already died a thousand times? when i rise from the dark mist of death i am not long for the world of the living. the living is a world of unutterable anguish and pain. it eats through the soul like the silent knife wielded by a bitter winter. there is no escape, and no matter how many times you rebuild and resurrect yourself you will be torn down within time. you may think you have finally survived, and that you shall never experience want again, but then it will strike harder than ever; killing you with a sweet and silent kiss. and once again you will fall into the abyss which is the darkness within you; ever present and eternal.