THOUGHTS OF A DYING ATHEIST
01.03.09 (7:47 am) [edit]
Eerie whispers
Trapped beneath my pillow
Won't let me sleep
Your memories
And I know you're not in this room
I'm sure I heard you sigh
Floating in between
Where our worlds collide
Scares the hell out of me
And the end is all I can see
And I know the moment's near
And there's nothing you can do
Look through my faithless eye
Are you afraid to die?
It scares the hell out of me
And the end is all I can see
And it scares the hell out of me
And the end is all I can see
posted by: lurit (reply)
post date: 01.02.09 (3:06 pm)
Death is frightening, but it makes life precious.
When I remember death my perception of life becomes more vivid and raw, less mundane.
Just some thoughts.