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Death today.Saddly no.The only thing dying is my love of life.The cold darkness pulls at my being and drags me under.I hold my breath untill my lungs burst.Still the darkness rips my soul to shreads,making it bleed and burn.Time is on repeat.Each day passes quickly.Every day is the same.A gap of nothingness called time awaits me.I'm drowning in sorrow.I'm praying for death,but each time I do I wonder what will happen after that.Heres how it starts.You die(choose your death.Every wine taste diffrent.)With that your lifeless body is dressed up and covered in paint.You are then placed in a bed of pillows that lies within a shinny new box.That 1000$ + box is then tossed 6ft under never to be seen again.Or...You die.Your lifeless body gos through hell.Scapes and bumps become you.After your body is finished with,once it gets boring and no one wants to play with it,you are then tossed in a shallow grave or dirty lake.But then what?Crys for you grow softer with each day your gone.Till you are soon just a small miss.Its not like you will forever be known like Kurt Cobain or some one.No.Your death is just a death.It happens all the time.We're born to die...thats just it...
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