Tuesday, April 21, 2009 idiocy. :

so. im bored now and im emo-ish. what do i do ? think of random shit and get MORE emo. idiotic aint it.

i wish i could stop pretending. stop... stop...

if i could i would. but life isnt fair. nothing is... nothing...

nothing happens.

time passes.

when did it start? when will it end?

it doesnt matter anymore.

why?

why does the world exist in the past nothingness that the universe once was?

it shouldnt happen... nothing ever did...

but why?

why do we do what we do?

why do we feel?

when did it start? when will it end?

it doesnt matters anymore.

round and round the clock hand moves.

it never stops till it runs out of fuel.

always counting the seconds passing,

always forgeting previous happenings.

it never stops till its life runs out,

and when it does, seconds are lost, memories stop forming.

when did it start? when will it stop?

it doesnt matter anymore.

the world shall one day perish

everything shall come to an end

but is the end really an end? or just a new beginning?

it doesnt matter anymore.

...

bloodshed. death. killed.

the killer bears the burdern alone.

or so he thinks.

his first kill, regreted.

locked himself away from the world, regretting.

though in shines a light.

opening his eyes to the world once again.

the rain,

it washed away the blood on the battle field.

the past lost,

eradicated by the storm.

alone he was, once again,

making his journey to where ever he deemed worthy.

alone he was, once again,

another man killed, slain by his hands.

alone he was once again,

sitting in a corner of a dark room.

alone he was once again,

regretting his actions, regretting his deeds.

alone he was once again,

hating the world for despising him so.

alone he was once again,

holding his weapon in his hands.

alone he was once again,

staring at the blood filled land.

though the light appears,

and the rain washes the blood away.

he was thankful, and continued on his journey.

alone he was, once again.

...

i dont fuckin know what im typing anymore. *dies*
- regie satans! ave satans! hail satan! - 3:17 AM

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