Life is a crule, unfair demon.
Covered in little lies that make us happy.
Not seeing that we are being led to a painful death.
We injoy, sitting in our lies.
Contempt on following them to our doom.
Instead of letting the dead die, we make them suffer by trying to bring them back to life.
why do we like life, why do lies make us feal safe, the reason, reality is the curelest fate you will ever meet
· Tue May 22, 2007 @ 02:23am · 2 Comments