Anonymous asked: you're too judgmental, loosen up a bit.
Please provide an example as to how.
Never before have I heard anything so sad…
A tragedy shaped from harmony and sound. Distorted and snowy.
Pseudo voices haunt my conscious and deliver me into guilt which I do not understand, nor do I deserve… Yet, I sympathize.
In the form a song, I cry.
If death owned a sound, it would be as this… Black and bleak… A hole of grey.
I said to myself, as I lay here, why in this life? Why me? Do I provoke my own destiny, defeat and occurrences, or is it simply a filling of emptiness? A magnet absorbing what nothing is there.
Buried beneath soil, worms and debris, bones will seep below rotted skin into what will be am empty casket, until there is no more… Crumbled in no fashion… Not perfect, as to mimic the strict presentation before my service… No careful planning… Just as if twigs were spilled in the shape of man.
In one hundred years, I will be known by a name… A name etched into stone bearing a death date and one of birth. Perhaps an elegy. There will be no face… An unseen skull, even.
In one hundred years, a lonely grave will be passed by as they stroll to visit some familiarity… Someone, or rather something, now, more recent.
How can life be so cruel to force death.
How can life cause one to separate… To separate from itself…
Yes, we’re given but one, but one is too much sometimes.
One is too much, sometimes…
I lay strewn across the floor, can't solve this puzzle
Everyday another small piece can't be found
I lay strewn across the floor, pieced up in sorrow
The pieces are lost, these pieces don't fit
Pieced together incomplete and empty
Because, you cant laugh last if i stab you in the throat with the knife… that you left in my back.