Death is something peaceful,
Something manageable,
Something relaxing,
Logially its not the opposite of life,
Its the absence,
But in comparison,
They are opposites,
Peaceful,
Loud,
Manageable,
Messy,
Relaxing,
Tireing,
So see they are opposites,
Dont look past it,
Dont look deeper..when instead you could be enjoying this shit we call life,
You can look when your dead
YOU ARE READING
The Blood That Stains The Pages
PoetryThese are just random poems I tend to write when Im feeling depressed