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Inspired by a song called "Hurt" by Johnny Cash & originally by Nine Inch Nails ;-) You can't take away my pain You can shift the weight of blame But I'll still take with me all the hurt And leave...
Hello again, today is Tuesday, October 6, 2012. I'm pretty sure that I'm not the olny one that has thought about death, demise and the such.
I know I should of told you sooner,. But I couldn't think of the words to say,. Having to tell you,. Tomorrows my last day,. Your sobs hurt me,. But still you hold me tight,. Never wanting to let go,.
Sweet memories Oh, but they just fade away Send me the rest I'll take care of it And I can promise that I'll never forget you Sunshine and sweet smiles I wouldn't have known anything was wrong We...
Life flashes by,. Picture after picture,. My whole life,. Looking so much richer,. So many things were lost,. Hiding in between,. Now I can see the cost,. My life was like a dream,.
The Great Lover I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, the calm, and the astonishment, Desire illimitable, and silent content, And all...
Death's own immortal kingdom Rests on the other side of morning Its breath rises above the sweet air of living And it holds us down Clutches at us through the veil of night It devours No dignity No...
The last breath. They used to call it the Death Rattle. The technical term for it is agonal gasps but to you and me it's the sound of a body and soul going their separate ways.
In the dark of the night There is a tiny shimmer of light It shines so bright I can't help but keep it in sight It's a light so brilliant and white I do not fear, I know everything will be...
I had a dream about us last night. I dreamt we had a child. She was 5 months old and barely alive. But I was just glad that she was mine.
A mass of congealed, black monster struggles and squeezes through aching veins. A purge of slime sweeping up everything in its path and adding it to its bulk.
It may not have happened yet, But it won't be long until you fret. You will die, a deathly phrase, Used in one of Shakespeare's plays.
Isn't life funny. Isn't it strange. Everyone's different. But no-one likes change. Some folk are open. Some maybe shy. Some folk are honest. Some of them lie. Some of us rich. Some of us poor.
Let me read your tealeaves, Dearie, Let me see them, "Woah, that's eerie." Yes, it's true, hun, You're quite through, I read the leaves, From ten to two.
Everybody thinks that they would like to know, What the future holds for them, What lies beyond their everyday lives, Especially when something bad happens, They think that if only they had...
This is written by a teenage girl who is soon to leave the world due to cancer. As her dying wish she wants as many people as possible to live their lives to the fullest since she never will...
Is time really on our side. It controls all we do Is time our friend. Or is it a foe. I have so many plans Places I want to go Will time allow. Or will it say no.
Less than a grain of rice. Specks of dust. In the grand scheme of things. We are all as such. A fragment of a percentage. Of eternal time. In the vastness of the universe. Our bells barely chime.
That single most important thing on your grave isn't your name. It isn't the flowers people leave. It isn't the design. It isn't your birth. it isn't your death. It's the dash.
Will you take care of me when I'm old. Stay true to the vows you made when given the band of gold. Will you push me around if i'm in a wheelchair.
(One I did a while ago:) ) I feel Death slip over me, silently creeping by me. It rests its hand on my shoulder leaving me cold.
#phrase. It's not the end. Those aren't your bells. The reapers now writing. His kiss and tell. He gave you a taste. Of an oh so near demise. So you may appreciate. The miracle that is your life.
I'm struggling to breathe, My legs feeling weak. I'm shaking with fear, This could be my last peak. My throat closing up, I'm gasping for air. I close my eyes, And say a little prayer.
Who else thinks that this year there has been many more deaths than most other years.