You never know how much you really believe anything until its truth or falsehood becomes a matter of life and death to you.
Dying would be normal for me, and one day, I'd be buried beneath a stone, and nothing would matter anymore. It'd be ordinary, like life.
Even I don't know myself... In fact, I don't know if I really have a self at all, as I'm constantly playing different roles and pretending not so much on stage as in real life...
If on thoughts of death we are fed, Thus, a coffin, became my bed.
You see the world in colors, I see in Black and Red.
You don’t need a sad soul to feel the beauty of a dead grave Just stay with the pale moon when darkness wants the night to be brave.
Is it possible for one to enter sleep and wander while never waking? And if so, for how long can one survive this way?
And what if you try to kill me? Or worse: to kiss me?
I live, I breath , I am alive. But do I feel ...? When one falls why cry, you can't bring the dead back to life.
The principle of the Gothic architecture is infinity made imaginable.
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
Never take life too seriously, you'll never get out alive.
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