Beauty in death
All the screaming,
All the pain,
All the noise,
Vanished...
Silent...
Silent...
Peaceful...
Everything is gone...
The blood flows down my body
So beautiful in it’s colour...
I see it forming a river
So beautiful
So rich
So bitterly sweet...
I look at all that surrounds me
So calm...So free...
I close my eyes and begin to think
I close my eyes and begin to think
Is my life ending?
My head is weightless
My body tingles with pleasure
Knowing my time is approaching
I wonder what is to become of me
I know that I’m leaving
I can feel myself fading,
My existence...
I feel a sense of freedom
I feel a sense of freedom
It lifts my soul.
I take one last glance at my body below
I die with a smile on my face
So peaceful...
So free...
So beautifully dead...
And that my friends is the beauty in death
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suicidio? the beauty in death? sure it is.. :| orientem.se.
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