Waste Of Paint

Friday, December 06, 2013

Death

I have spent my entire life fearing my eternal death
Yet when all is wrong, I crave it, I am drawn to it

I pray for the terrifying thought of nothingness
A not blackness that I will not understand in life

I wish for it, dream for it, beg for it, i pray for it
Come close to me, save me from this

What could be worse than this feeling
Misunderstanding, hate, love, fucked all fucked all fucked

And life becomes me, fear always wins,
The knife never digs deep enough, the fire is never hot enough

And I am stuck waiting, for eventually it will come

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