As a child we imagine streets paved in gold, elegant arches, and angels with wings. When we learn of the real world and we experience life, our perspective changes. Death is when your heart and sould have lost passion. When that one thing in the world sieze to exist. Death is the sweet escape from the evil and rage that burns inside you, so powerful it nearly burns you alive. Death is a way to cope when all hope is lost, and when all you see is gray.