Funny how something beautiful can also be something hideous
For example, blue can be the color of the sky, or the color you turn when you can't breathe. Red can be the color of a beautiful, rosy, red rose. or the blood drenching from you as you die.
Now, we look at death, when it's not happening to you, you hate it. But what about the ones dying, how do they feel.
Are they waiting to leave, leave this earth? Are they awaiting their return to the almighty father? I mean I would want to leave too.
The Earth, which used to be so gracious and lively, now look at it, a viscous wasteland. And those who inhabit the Earth are even worst, disgusting, *****, and the stupidity that engulfs them.
Death isn't always a bad thing.
So death can be beautiful or hideous, it's not up to us to decide, but the person dying.
See I'm dying. I've been dying for some time now.
Every night I dream the same dream. I've died and I've reach the Golden Gates of Heaven but as I enter I'm denied and pushed off the edge of the clouds and my soul falls and falls til hell appears. And next thing I know, I'm in the devil's playground.
I've been dying for some time now. Everyday, my soul escapes little by little and soon all that will be left is a hollowed out shell.
This is the ugly side of death, when you know, it kills you slowly.
Death is a beautifully ugly truth that we all must face...sooner or later.
Funny how something beautiful can also be something hideous, and that's the beautifully ugly truth of life.