Tag: Death
Sleep, those little slices of death how I loathe them.
Death is Peaceful, Life is Harder
Would it hurt to die?
The meaning of life is that it stops.
When people don’t express themselves, they die one piece at a time.
It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.
It kills me sometimes, how people die.
Everybody going to be dead one day, just give them time.
I’m not afraid of death; I just don’t want to be there when it happens.
I wish…I wish I were dead…And what use would that be to anyone?
