Death is the road to awe
Exchanging glances with thunderbolts
For a brief moment
Of lunacy she had
Fields of roses gently waving
In a sea of green algae like tentacles
Much of her dreams
They make her sad
Brief static and poignant
Are the threads of life
Infinitely complex, like a wicked child’s mind
And her smile tortures her
It shouldn’t be that bad.
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death always has been facinating to me.much misunderstood.maybe she doesn't like what shes doing,maybe her smiles tortures her when she has to do what he does.she has been given a raw deal really.
You know, what's the point. Dead is dead is dead. You wake up on the other side and don't even remember. They write songs, poems, I write songs, poems but it's still the same thing. All this enigma just creates another illusion.
I woulda said I hate death but that's too much attention.
no one knows whats on the other side until you break on through.And until you see yourself,its all superistition,all hearsay.and i'm always facinated by the unknown.
WOW Ash!
**In a sea of green algae like tentacles
love that expression!
Im intrigued by DEATH as well..I replied to ya in my blog. hv a look :)
Keshi.
deVile I feel that way too..but thats cos I get tired of imagining what death must be...but u never know...it cud be an exciting new journey :)
Keshi.
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