Beautiful and dead

#DepressingDecember


-Then fuck it all

-I'd like to

-Do it then

-But I care too much

-We all do

-And soon we end up broken

-But if we didn't feel at all, would we stay humans?
-No, and that would be perfect.

-Wouldn't we become monsters, though?

-We all are anyway. I want to feel as much pain as is needed to kill me or no pain at all.

-Pain's so close to pleasure sometimes… it is still a feeling and any feeling is better than the emptiness when you feel nothing at all

-Yeah well, people kill themselves to feel as empty as possible.

-I believe it's the empty people who kill themselves before the emptiness does it for them

-I believe it will be my words that will kill me one day.

-Being killed by words is the most beautiful death I can imagine

-Die creative and drunk.

-With a cigarette between your lips

-And genius words on the paper below your beautiful arms.

-Those arms with old marks of suffering like paintings

-And the last cigarette you've smoked, the very last and the tastiest poison you've ever had. Stuck between your red painted lips. Your last kisser.

-The only one who never attempted to break your heart, yet slowly kept destroying you from inside

-How smart can this lover be.... Dangerous and well known, yet still so lovable.

-And the way he keeps kissing, you forget he'll kill you in the end

-And he is also so protective. He never lets other people love you because he wants all of you. Every little breath, every passionate kiss.

-And with every kiss a little bit more of him stays with you, the beautiful smoke that your soul slowly sinks in

-And with every cloud of this smoke, your eyes become more and more blind. And as blind you can see so much more.

-Yet one day you may realise that the world your blind eyes see is quite different from the world the rest knows

-We all know that world inside our head is not just great. It's also infinite. And infinite can't be seen with eyes. You need to see every part of never ending with different part of your broken heart.

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