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@acorns. @augustwriteaday. My name is Death. I'll come for you. When you least. Expect me to. In your car. On the train. Bright sunlight. Or driving rain. In the day. Or in the night.
I've lived life to its fullest, I'm not afraid to die, And when my time approaches, I know I will not cry.
Could man be drunk for ever With liquor, love, or fights, Lief should I rouse at morning And lief lie down of nights.
#nightdwellers. Some chase the rain and get caught pissing in the wind. Others hear the thunderstorms from deep within. Some won't know if they'll lose or win.
I awake: new, clean, my eyes blinking in the bright daylight, Shielding my tear-stained face with a shaking hand.
Wasted. An empty void. Everything just white. Vast. All encompassing. No boundaries, no height.... Here I stand, Blank, alone but strangely calm. Empty. Lonely. But, eerily serene.
Wonderer, Wanderer, Wandering around, Wondering, pondering, not making a sound. Healer, Dealer, Dealing with death, He'll heal you, then take your final breath.
In the turning point of ages, I guess here is where the stage is. Relentless seas once calm, Building up a storm thats sadist.
. Is it a little naive to grieve something that will soon be lost, or some line soon to be crossed.
Thoughts are bubbling to the surface, Of who, of what, of that, I don't know how to control it, To maybe just sweep it under the mat.
I'm not sure how I got here. I'm not sure which way I went. Did I take a wrong turning. Descending not assent. I saw the signpost. "Eternal love" pointing this way. Walked under a million stars.
Starting to realise the insignificance of what is shown. It's begun to unravel that maybe this isn't what I need at all.
Lying lifeless, on the ground by myself. No one's here now, they've let me go. I've slipped away from the world and no one can save me. The world I live in now is empty, I live in eternal darkness.
Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don't believe I'm wrong That nobody, But nobody Can make it...
#nightdwellers All my life I've been plagued by this sadness. A constantly ebbing feeling of a lacking or inferiority.
One tear, That's all it took, To turn a page, Into a book. One year, That's all we've got, So live life to its fullest, Like it or not.
Doors to life. Doors to death. Doors to strife. Doors to meth. Doors to happiness. Doors to anger. Doors to a fair miss. Doors to a broken hanger. Doors to a good chance. Doors to a bad decision.
Hello, welcome. Please come and join us, Join us lost souls, let's all live as one. We'll live in the land of the dead. Together we'll be united. Take your own path, are you good or are you bad.
I dance in air on top of the clouds Looking back down at all of the frowns. I walk around the high street and look at angry hearts, That are breaking to pieces from the very start.
If our hearts were flown on paper planes, Would they soar among the clouds. Or would they falter, flail and break, And crash towards the ground.
I am not dead. Just gone away. Like a vacation. I'm back to stay. Until I get tired. And take some time off. To get myself together. To get rid of this cough. I have not passed away.
Planes flying high above you. City lights seem to find you then blind you. Birds hiding in a fruitless tree. Dream a little dream of me. Put on your dancing shoes and...enlist me.
I ever slowly drain the mind,. Affecting all of humankind,. A toxin you can not avoid,. As black and white as Polaroid,. Elusive as a slinking cat,. As fitting as a beanie hat,. You feel you own me,.
The Burgundy Fog swooped through our rooms, our streets, our civic centres and our empty amusement arcades. None of us saw it coming.