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Hell
I walked 18 miles there, the dark place unforeseen, everything that secured me to feel a sense of safety ripped out of existence so dark the shadows grew, The limbs hanging from countless trees, my head a holy hand grenade, my soul ripped in half by the most beautiful Snow White Russian girl I've ever met, Death was sure to follow me now, I felt his cold hand resting on my shoulder, I just wanted to sink deeper into the depths farther into pitch black. I could not die, I am immortal I thought, taking a stroll through hell or a walk of death, I cannot die, it's an odd feeling to be immune to the great taker of souls, you feel like a god but also a bottom feeder just bored of living. I am the dead that walks the earth, among the living is hell for me, I'm a weird one.
i would've been tired of
i would've been tired of living :P
Oh yea I planned to die that
Oh yea I planned to die that day, other entities had other plans.
It's frustrating being
It's frustrating being trapped within the boundaries of skin, isn't it? ;)
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Yes it is I wish I could go
Yes it is I wish I could go back from whence I came my mortal coil feels worthless, my 6 wings need to spread.
Perhaps it's time to
Perhaps it's time to straighten out your mortal coil and spread those wings and travel once more across this earth and accept existence as it is for the time that it is. But fly.... and realize that only the moment exists whether we are trapped within boundaries or not. I long for the freedom of spirit to roam without these confines, but life is quite a beautiful ride. And I want to experience it to the fullest. Take the chains off myself that keep me from being otherwise free. For I realize, though imprizoned within the skin, I am also imprizoned by my own mind that reminds me of such imprizonment. Freedom is just a choice away, in the way my mind plays.
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