Death Becomes us All
theres an whitherd tree out on the farm.
it's been dead for years, everytime i look at it, the
ghosts of time stare into my soul, these aren't those
friendly ghost's, one of them, that i see often is
decaied and rotting and has theeh wicked stench of
death, screamin like an intolerant soul lost in the
depths of his own reality, fearing that one day he
may live again and the other looks just like me,
always sayin "I'm going to eat your soul" in a discreat
and coarse voice "i'm going to eat your soul" will
forever haunt me, he has burnt an image an image of fear of death of hatred into my already forgotten soul,
to this day i will not forget what he looks like, me
all decayed whitherd like that old oak tree. He had
the look of eternal death in his eyes, gruesome looking skin that has been torn or even ripped off his ribcage. When it walks it is accompanied by an almost straight legged limp. It comes towards me; it's eyes of fire looking, piercing my heart and soul, with laughter he taunts me like an animal. with hatred he beats me like he would beat a already dead soul, taking every last bit of life of my integrity and all of my soul. with every strike of his blood stained sickle, a red watery substance splatters like red wine spilling upon white carpet. yet i feel nothing, no burning no pain, why? why me? he replys in a stunning and defying course voice, because you are already dead, you had nothing to fear nothing to keep nothing to give, death becomes all of us. he said as he still beats me, taunts me, tryin to kill what he has created; an upmost evil. i see >my reflection in a near by pond. i have become him, he has, i have, already eatin my soul.
so im leaving to utah in the morning im goin to go see all my friends that i have up there. i miss them so much, holy shit something just moved in front of my screen. damn thats scary. its like a deathly image, freaky. dude i am so lonely all i hear is the tv in the backround that is beeping, so hopefully there is no emergancy that i have to get up for. cause i am lazy haha. well dads bitch fucked over our plans at leaving early, now it is around 10ish that we're leaving and it is a 10 hour drive. we wanted to leave by 7 so we can get into utah around 5 or so, well oh fucking well right. oh well.
wow that was long. i need to kill a mushroom. did you hear about the mad cow disease in orgeon, hehe. about time it hits the u.s., i love my country, we are always last to get hit by any plauges. hehe. lates all
it's been dead for years, everytime i look at it, the
ghosts of time stare into my soul, these aren't those
friendly ghost's, one of them, that i see often is
decaied and rotting and has theeh wicked stench of
death, screamin like an intolerant soul lost in the
depths of his own reality, fearing that one day he
may live again and the other looks just like me,
always sayin "I'm going to eat your soul" in a discreat
and coarse voice "i'm going to eat your soul" will
forever haunt me, he has burnt an image an image of fear of death of hatred into my already forgotten soul,
to this day i will not forget what he looks like, me
all decayed whitherd like that old oak tree. He had
the look of eternal death in his eyes, gruesome looking skin that has been torn or even ripped off his ribcage. When it walks it is accompanied by an almost straight legged limp. It comes towards me; it's eyes of fire looking, piercing my heart and soul, with laughter he taunts me like an animal. with hatred he beats me like he would beat a already dead soul, taking every last bit of life of my integrity and all of my soul. with every strike of his blood stained sickle, a red watery substance splatters like red wine spilling upon white carpet. yet i feel nothing, no burning no pain, why? why me? he replys in a stunning and defying course voice, because you are already dead, you had nothing to fear nothing to keep nothing to give, death becomes all of us. he said as he still beats me, taunts me, tryin to kill what he has created; an upmost evil. i see >my reflection in a near by pond. i have become him, he has, i have, already eatin my soul.
so im leaving to utah in the morning im goin to go see all my friends that i have up there. i miss them so much, holy shit something just moved in front of my screen. damn thats scary. its like a deathly image, freaky. dude i am so lonely all i hear is the tv in the backround that is beeping, so hopefully there is no emergancy that i have to get up for. cause i am lazy haha. well dads bitch fucked over our plans at leaving early, now it is around 10ish that we're leaving and it is a 10 hour drive. we wanted to leave by 7 so we can get into utah around 5 or so, well oh fucking well right. oh well.
wow that was long. i need to kill a mushroom. did you hear about the mad cow disease in orgeon, hehe. about time it hits the u.s., i love my country, we are always last to get hit by any plauges. hehe. lates all