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Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Ringing
For every single clash I hear and death spreading.
The darkest parts of the soul are very contagious,
they spread to the heart and mind and kill you from the inside. I like to smile and laugh at people who die fast and without an accident or disease but because of their own personal ignorance. No one deserves to die and I understand but sometimes I just don't want them to be there anymore. I'm happy but I know that death isn't the end and that someday along they way I'll probably stumble with the same type of people all over again. I stare and catch enough information in my mind to know what kind of things you'll say to me good and bad. What should I give away to you or to myself? I sometimes want everything and sometimes nothing at all, most importantly I want to be happy. I like how you say my name, though I don't like you at all but I smile and that's what matters to me. What do I want? No more answers I'm guessing because a question for me is and answer as well.
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