i'm going to do it... death calls for my love... we stare into each others eyes... i find love in his heartless soul... death breaths his sweet whisper into my ear... he promises to kill me quick and painlessly, then he'll take my hand, and marry me.... He'll see the light in my heart, and will pray to God to forgive him... and if God can't, i will love my death for he's the only man who can tear me apart, and stitch me back together...
Why does love come in so many forms?? I mean does love even exist, or its it something "god" put on the Earth to make us think we have a purpose... For all i see we live to have babies, and die... everything else.... pointless... no reason, no critcal point, FAIL.... we can't truely be happy, cuz there is no such thing... we pretend, and in the end we'll be empty souls woundering the Earth....
 Sarah Kaye · Sat Dec 05, 2009 @ 04:10am · 0 Comments |
