At death,
Consciousness is released
To float forever
With peace.
Death is a river
That knows no bounds.
It always flows
With thoughts
As pure as the crows.
Ever evolving
With the passing of time,
It opens eyes
That once were blind.
It's a lot easier, y'all, once she tells you that you've changed and she doesn't like it. Especially when you've made an attempt to have fun and lead a better personal life. So if you're upset over th
It's not the same when half of your soul goes missing. When your heart vanishes, and your only reason to continue going on in this shitty world isn't by your side. Imagine waking up, in a familiar pla
Is this the beginning or just a finnicky end? Is icy Death a straight shot? How crooked does it bend? Certain am I, that uncertainty circles my fate, Yet hauntingly, ethereal beauty around thy place..
