Words of a predictable mind

If life is a battleground, when you die, did you lose or win?

What is it with death that fills us with such morbid fascination? This taste for the macabre, enticing yet repulsive all at once, is it really innate in each of us or a natural result of the society we grew up in?

That incessant rumbling we hear with every heartache, with every pulsing of a desolate and fractured heart, is it a harbinger of worse things to come?

For those with nearly rabid and maniacal ...