When does the road end?

Life will end eventually. You never know when. Death will catch us all. You can try to run and hide, but why? He will get you.
Is life really real? Sometimes it feels so unreal that it cannot be so. Or it is too real to be real. Where everything is so heavy and sharp. Every touch is rough. Touching snow without gloves. Walking barefoot on hot pavement.
Why do we choose to live the way we do? Why feel obligated to take care of your kids when you can just go out and blow them off on someone. To not care what they become by your actions. To go out and start a new life beyond them.
To just go through and destroy everything around you. Break costly furniture or electronics. Why not just reach over and whack the person next to you? Just want to hurt that child just to hear it cry? Too cruel to do, too costly. The demons cannot win. They cannot bring you down to their level. Depression cannot win. Can you win?
Death hangs over our city like a comforter. Thick and warm, soft and cozy. You can just feel the ghosts watching you. The blanket of corpse souls covering you, comforting you. Knowing that they walked and lived as you did in times before McDonalds and running water. Before modern medicine and Snoop Dogg.
What would it be like to worry that you would die giving birth? Wanting a child but not the pain? Knowing that by getting a child you would have to endure pain with no relief? Death. Relief. Child.