If in an hour the end of the world was near
What would you most fear?
Fear of not knowing
Where your soul is going?
Fear of not achieving lifetime dreams?
Fear of not repenting your sins?
Fear of being alone
Fear of maggots eating your flesh till the bone?
Fear of telling yourself it’s just a lie
Fear of knowing you’ll never again cry
Fear of saying to all goodbye?
No. It’s just the fear that you’ll perish and die.
It is always so full of files and folders
All you have to do is press Delete and Yes
But if you don’t want them to be here
Just press Delete and Shift
And every file and folder from you computer will forever disappear.
[ This poem is just a joke and should be taken as such. It's an English homework, in fact :P For more info about how it all started, check the poem 'Ode To A Jar Of Pickles' and also Ireene's thing Ode To A Toothpick ]
Yeah, it's my birthday... A big 1 and 7 there. Not feeling special. Should I? Oh, I should? Damn...
Still annoyed [ and annoying ], sad, fucked up, 6-houred sleeper, maths-homework hater, KoRn freak&lover, messy-and-all-over-the-face hair, school-desk sleeper, headbanger, trying-a-lot-to-grawl , metal-hand-shower, hugging-a whole-damn-lot, yawning-even-a-more-damn-lot, Edgar Allan Poe fan and many other things that I really can't think of right now.
But I've changed in the past few months, so let's see how I'm going to change from now on. Hugging all my friends, all who aren't my friends, all the people that read this, and everybody :D >:D<
And this is a video that I absolutely XOXOXOXOX and I hope that you will too :P
Like a mirror
Smashed into million pieces.
You’re stupefied, you look at them on the floor
And don’t seem to recognize them anymore.
You get down on your knees
Trying to put them back together.
And you just hope and say ‘Please
Don’t do that again! Ever!’
She’s very fragile
As well as the box she's in
Don’t lose her sight,
Know everywhere she has been
Wants to run away? Don’t let her…
A minute ago, something banged!
The next one, a girl was found hanged.
This fluffiness is killing you! You can't stand it anymore! There has to be more than this... The door... Yeah, you want to reach it, but you can't... You wish you could! You just wish... Hey, what are you talking about? You can! And you will! Just get up!
You throw your blanket away, stand straight. You look at your feet, you look at the door, and try to stay upright. You can! You really can! Then you go to the door and realize that it's what you have been wanting for a long time...You did it! Now, the moment you have been waiting for, the promise you made... The killing of your physical and mental killer...
