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Beautiful Death
Aug. 27th, 2009 04:23 pmThoughts of suicide fill my head - a warm, sweet buzz-
the static drone of bees in the summertime.
Death would be bliss, compared to this frenetic Hell -that is-
my thoughts- in the Here and Now.
Do you know what it is I seek? Namely- that is- the peace
that comes- from ceasing to be- resting quiet, nothing but ashes-
mixed with sun-kissed earth.
the static drone of bees in the summertime.
Death would be bliss, compared to this frenetic Hell -that is-
my thoughts- in the Here and Now.
Do you know what it is I seek? Namely- that is- the peace
that comes- from ceasing to be- resting quiet, nothing but ashes-
mixed with sun-kissed earth.
