• twisted

    u no ur dying wen:
    u breath and u feel pain.
    u look around and u c nuthin.
    u hear screamin in place of other noises.
    u touch anything and blood comes off it.
    ur living.

    we r all dyin. right now, every second of every day, we r coming closer to death. u can deal with it. . . .

    u no ur dead wen:
    u look down and c a coffin.
    u look up and c a coffin.
    u can smell urself rotting.
    u can watch ur bones crumble.
    u r no longer living.

    wen we die, were do we go? there iz no such thing az a better place, yet this iz a terrible place anyways. . . .

    dont b afraid of dying.
    dont b afraid of death.
    just accept it.

    twisted