Something has severely struck my curiosity
Did he know of his ill fate?
What were his last thoughts?
Did he even have any?
If so were they about his family?
If his life flashed before his very eyes,
Did he have any regrets about what he saw?
What were his last words?
So many các câu hỏi about this stranger dying before my very eyes ,
whom I know absolutely nothing about.
The touchiest of subjects and its stuck on my mind
Truthfully, the only people who know the answer
are forever gone.
When time comes for me to know the answer
What will I be thinking about?
Will I know of what is to come of me?
Who will I think about?
What will my last words be and who will they be to?
And when my very life flashes before my eyes,
Will I regret what I see?
It’s amazing how life is full of surprises,
One một phút you’re living life up
And the very tiếp theo your gone in an instant. POOF!
Once someone is gone they are gone forever.
bạn can never talk to them again no matter how badly
bạn want to. And to hear old recordings or, see pictures of
them is priceless. Whenever I think about death a million
các câu hỏi come to my mind. I do not fear my own death,
but I fear the death of my loved ones, because living life
without them would be unbearable. I find it hard to
put all of my thoughts down as I type,
for I only have các câu hỏi with no answers.
Today I witnessed a man die,
And for the first time I began to think about what people
Are thinking as they’re dying. Since it is impossible to
know the answer I guess I’ll never know.
I’ve decided life is too short,
Nobody ever makes it out alive so why not live
Without any regrets why we have the chance,
So when our time comes we can look back with fulfillment.
If there is no escaping death and we do not know
What happens to us after death why worry about
Judgment after it? NO ONE is sure of what happens to us
after death so why do people worry about things like
Getting accepting into this place we call heaven
And so very afraid of hell. We are living in hell, as for
heaven I doubt its existence,
Not that I'm trying to force my opinion on anyone at all
But we all have a right to think what we please.
Life is a labyrinth and death is its outcome.
It’s that simple, we are like lab mice trying to find our way
through the maze, only instead of cheese we get death,
How lovely.
Did he know of his ill fate?
What were his last thoughts?
Did he even have any?
If so were they about his family?
If his life flashed before his very eyes,
Did he have any regrets about what he saw?
What were his last words?
So many các câu hỏi about this stranger dying before my very eyes ,
whom I know absolutely nothing about.
The touchiest of subjects and its stuck on my mind
Truthfully, the only people who know the answer
are forever gone.
When time comes for me to know the answer
What will I be thinking about?
Will I know of what is to come of me?
Who will I think about?
What will my last words be and who will they be to?
And when my very life flashes before my eyes,
Will I regret what I see?
It’s amazing how life is full of surprises,
One một phút you’re living life up
And the very tiếp theo your gone in an instant. POOF!
Once someone is gone they are gone forever.
bạn can never talk to them again no matter how badly
bạn want to. And to hear old recordings or, see pictures of
them is priceless. Whenever I think about death a million
các câu hỏi come to my mind. I do not fear my own death,
but I fear the death of my loved ones, because living life
without them would be unbearable. I find it hard to
put all of my thoughts down as I type,
for I only have các câu hỏi with no answers.
Today I witnessed a man die,
And for the first time I began to think about what people
Are thinking as they’re dying. Since it is impossible to
know the answer I guess I’ll never know.
I’ve decided life is too short,
Nobody ever makes it out alive so why not live
Without any regrets why we have the chance,
So when our time comes we can look back with fulfillment.
If there is no escaping death and we do not know
What happens to us after death why worry about
Judgment after it? NO ONE is sure of what happens to us
after death so why do people worry about things like
Getting accepting into this place we call heaven
And so very afraid of hell. We are living in hell, as for
heaven I doubt its existence,
Not that I'm trying to force my opinion on anyone at all
But we all have a right to think what we please.
Life is a labyrinth and death is its outcome.
It’s that simple, we are like lab mice trying to find our way
through the maze, only instead of cheese we get death,
How lovely.
I wake up. It's early in the morning. A cool wind blows bởi my face whispering sounds i don't understand. I look up at the sky and notice that it is a light blue color and it makes me feel that there is no problems in the world. Looking around i get a different story.
Blood everywhere. Bodies over bodies and not a living soul in sight. Who could have done this? My head starts to spin and my vision is going blurry. A creature appears from the wind that was flying bởi my head earlier.
This creature starts walking torwards me speaking in a language that I have never heard before. I go to reach for my gun and find a giant hole in my right leg. It continues to get closer and closer and is staring at me as if to be a hunter and I am it's prey.
Knowing that this is the end I look up at the sky. Beginning to close my eyes the last of my sights are focused ont he Blue Skys.
Blood everywhere. Bodies over bodies and not a living soul in sight. Who could have done this? My head starts to spin and my vision is going blurry. A creature appears from the wind that was flying bởi my head earlier.
This creature starts walking torwards me speaking in a language that I have never heard before. I go to reach for my gun and find a giant hole in my right leg. It continues to get closer and closer and is staring at me as if to be a hunter and I am it's prey.
Knowing that this is the end I look up at the sky. Beginning to close my eyes the last of my sights are focused ont he Blue Skys.
Shining down in eyes....
Sky turns black. Memory fades. through all of this tragedy fate has taken my memories from me. No other thoughts. tim, trái tim pounding. Blood racing. No thêm time for thinking. Think quick and on my feet hoặc death will surely get its grasp on me. As my enemy approaches i draw my sword. Once the tip of the blade is out of the sheath i hear it hit the ground as i feel a warm liquid pouring out of my open chest as blood gushes out of the wound. As i struggle to take my last breath i wake up screaming relieved that it was just a DREAM.
I have this image in my head of a girl who spent the first 17 years of her life being loved. Loved bởi her parents, her brother and sister, and everyone in school. She doesn't know the meaning of hate. Then this mysterious guy come to her school. He doesn't say much and the only person he notices is her. But he is different then the other guys at her school he is too sexy to be real. They fall madly in tình yêu but what she doesn't know is that he has been alive for the last 268 years. He is no vampire but something that can scare the helll out of you. And he has a immortal enemy, and that enemy is the boy who is filled with so much hate all the immortals call him...The deffinition of hate(his real name being Marcus) And the girl so finds out that Marcus will stop at nothing to take her away from him and hiển thị her what it's like to be hated
