This little fellow is sad. So I greeted him, “Welcome to Hell”, I said. “Well thank you, Sir!”, he replied. (Taken with instagram)
Verse VII
I just wanna lay down for a while.
With my headphones on, staring the sky.
Smoking high and moving clouds.
Drifting for a moment until I close my eyes.
The cats nestle close to their kittens now.
The lambs have laid down with the sheep.
You’re cozy and warm in your bed, my dear.
Please go the fuck to sleep.
Belief in the one true power.
Pink Cellphone - Deftones feat. Annie Hardy
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Cold be hand and heart and bone,
and cold be sleep under stone;
never more to wake on stony bed,
never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead.
In the black wind the stars shall die,
and still on gold here let them lie,
till the dark lord lifts his hand
over dead sea and withered land.
— J. R. R. Tolkien
So tired and I just realized that I can’t stab my own chest. Maybe I’m just afraid on what will happen next. I wonder what will happen when you die? They say, the first thing you lose is your sight then your hearing last. Would your vision just fade to black or you would just never know? What if when you die, you just wake up, not in some other life but in the past that you wanted to change, in another time frame, but the thing is you’ll never know. All the memories before you die had been erased. And you’ll just continue living again. Continue to do the same shit again. If there are people who really can predict the future in a supernatural way, maybe it’s because they died many times and keeping their previous memories but they have no idea that they have died. The geniuses might have been into this kind of transitions too. Haha.
There’s a pain in my chest, it was like becoming a hollow… I wish I could become one. It’s bothersome being human.
