Karatiste

Just like a tear My life is falling apart. Still pure, still untouched Serving it's purpose for sadness. Just like a flame My body is burning itself. Still beautiful, still alive Taking it all with it's madness. Just like the dark My mind is purposely hiding. Still unknown, still right here Hiding your worst fears behind it. ------ Just like your eyes Mine are finally closing. Only this time They shall never re-open.

I often heard that when people die, they see flashing images of their life passing in front of them. I guess they were lying, 'cause that didn't happen to me. I thought about my life, I imagined it, but it was impossible to see it. I had feelings. Joy, pain, misery, love, hatred, pity, desire – they were all there, mixing themselves in my head while I was falling down a narrow tunnel. I could sense the edges of the tunnel as I was falling but I couldn't understand what material it was made of. As I touched it, I could feel water, earth, and his hair at the same time. The material was warm but not in a physical kind of way – it felt

Chances are, you'll be cut in half, thrown into a trash bin and forgotten. Cut in half because part of you is not perfect. Thrown into a trash bin because people don't know what to do with your dead body. Forgotten, because there are just too many like you.