But i get it now, there's nothing.. completely nothing at all!
I mean really, what would you do if you were to die now and find out that there's no other side,
There's only darkness. pure darkness. with you feeling yourself drift away into nothingness.
Vanish completely without a trace of existence, and within coming days be completely wiped from the world.
Completely and utterly forgotten, just another gravestone in the field where no one weeps for.
That's it, that is all there is. There's no remedy nor cure nor magic or witchcraft that could stop the coming end. No object to fill the emptiness of such a dreaded fate.
There's nothing, there's only the silence of death. Pure Silence.
No voice. No sound. No soul. Just a passing energy within the void we call earth.
Sure, you can fight for your life. I mean that's probably the only way to go.
Since there's nothing else, that's all there is. To fight, to find, to create immortality.
To be able to be remembered after death, to be written down throughout the years of history.
It doesn't matter if the contents are good or evil. Surely these moralities are irrelevant in the void of death.
And it goes without saying that this world and its temptations are but illusions we give ourselves.
All simply because we corrupt one another into believing that life is about pleasure and pain, redemption and suffering, love and hate, compassion and anger.
Refusing.. denying that the fact of the matter is.. at the end, there is only death.
We write, we crave, we feel, we hope, we breath and we wish for immortality to be given to us.
No matter how flawed or horrible it may be, we crave to be undying.
For all the fears of a human beings are linked to death.
Even the suicidal ones are but doing it in fear of death.
its inevitable. Its life. And life leads to death, nothing more, nothing less.
we lie, we cheat, and we pray. But there's nothing there.
The world is just a hollow shell.
Empty... utterly empty..
There is no real meaning to life, its just a passing moment.
Like a puddle dried up by the sun, so shall our life be delivered unto death.
Breath in and breath out. A passing energy, a passing wind. That's all there is, that final breath..
The breath of death that lingers, without a host or body,
Death remains eternal while life remains hollow.
To be able to be remembered after death, to be written down throughout the years of history.
It doesn't matter if the contents are good or evil. Surely these moralities are irrelevant in the void of death.
And it goes without saying that this world and its temptations are but illusions we give ourselves.
All simply because we corrupt one another into believing that life is about pleasure and pain, redemption and suffering, love and hate, compassion and anger.
Refusing.. denying that the fact of the matter is.. at the end, there is only death.
We write, we crave, we feel, we hope, we breath and we wish for immortality to be given to us.
No matter how flawed or horrible it may be, we crave to be undying.
For all the fears of a human beings are linked to death.
Even the suicidal ones are but doing it in fear of death.
its inevitable. Its life. And life leads to death, nothing more, nothing less.
we lie, we cheat, and we pray. But there's nothing there.
The world is just a hollow shell.
Empty... utterly empty..
There is no real meaning to life, its just a passing moment.
Like a puddle dried up by the sun, so shall our life be delivered unto death.
Breath in and breath out. A passing energy, a passing wind. That's all there is, that final breath..
The breath of death that lingers, without a host or body,
Death remains eternal while life remains hollow.
