Decaying,
Slaughtered corpse.
I despise all things that live.
Everything has it's own limit,
walking and breathing upon this planet.
Blood stops bleeding,
Life stops living,
We all face our judgement,
or we get recarnated.
Either way, we'll never see the same faces,
that once hurt or made us happy.
The end will be nothingness.
And we endure the transparant bliss.
