Sometimes i am faced with weired thoughts..... If I exist...for what purpose..... If i die.......for what reason..... If I were to lose all sanity right now....who would care.... If I were to murder the world right now.....Why wouldn't any minority try to stop me Then I realize In the mind of others I don't exist I would die because I would want it No one would care Minority wouldn't stop me cuz they fear the death I will because..... stare
In real life i am a man with no true feeling The ace of one isn't always true stare
My stories are based on death because it is what i want most.... but it will never come I just want to start over refresh my mind, body, soul..... My belief is that you never die... Your soul just is tranferred to a phetus(unborn baby)....
I......I..I just want to start over stare
Peddler · Sun May 07, 2006 @ 01:12am · 4 Comments |