woke up thinking about death
staring at the opposite wall
I used to be scared to death of dying
But it hasn't crossed my mind in awhile
So I tried to imagine the deformed abyss
The lack of color and ever-changing, nondescript shapes.
The pressure in my eye sockets and absence of thought
But I realized
I just don't care anymore
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 5:38 PM UTC
woke up thinking about death
staring at the opposite wall
I used to be scared to death of dying
But it hasn't crossed my mind in awhile
So I tried to imagine the deformed abyss
The lack of color and ever-changing, nondescript shapes.
The pressure in my eye sockets and absence of thought
But I realized
I just don't care anymore
