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Drive To Die
In this world there are two types of people.
Example A, people driven to live. Then there is example b, people driven to die, the world is primarily dominated by A but B is the stronger one out of the two. It's said that this is based on an old greek tale based on the god of death and the god of life, life was death's wife and so his wife was the popular out of the two but the feeling of wanting to die is so much stronger. I was in awe as I heard this story as a kid, but as I grew older I realized how much more cruel it was as I constantly slipped from life and death as it was a tightrope and as you can guess im example b and this world itself looks so boring and dull. As I put down my final goodbye to the world itself I hear a voice arrive on the roof of my apartment building dont do it as the girl said softly almost in a jokingly tone I turned around and seen nothing as my world turned to black I suddenly see a woman dressed in a black dress walk towards me with a smile, she was very hard to miss so why did I not see her first when I looked as I remember she's been there all my life she's a brown haired girl with freckles on her cheeks and a slender figure but very unforgettable. So why did I forget who she was? I remember as we met 15 years ago when I walked in on my only friend dead I still remember the face on her the day she died it was almost as peaceful as my face as her lifeless body hung from the ceiling fan the image was so beautiful with an amazing display of colors on the wall. I never used to think it was beautiful but why now, could the girl have influenced it. Suddenly I snap out of my thoughts and gather the courage to speak, I say why are you here now after all this time of being gone, Why do you show up in my life now! She says with a big grin because your lifeless body was such a beautiful display of colors splattered across the ground. That beautiful woman I once knew isn't there anymore, I suppose. her grin exposed the voidless mouth of hers as she devoured the body of once was mine. I was always just a hollow shell of a person anyway, I killed the whole apartment complex so living wouldn't have been a smart decision anyway. I'm going to hell I accept this now as I see right before my leave that I killed my only friend. A tear falls down my face but this isn't me repeating I'm laughing because of how stupid that bitch was to trust me. Those were my final thoughts before the flames of hell burned my body as my face melted.
Example A, people driven to live. Then there is example b, people driven to die, the world is primarily dominated by A but B is the stronger one out of the two. It's said that this is based on an old greek tale based on the god of death and the god of life, life was death's wife and so his wife was the popular out of the two but the feeling of wanting to die is so much stronger. I was in awe as I heard this story as a kid, but as I grew older I realized how much more cruel it was as I constantly slipped from life and death as it was a tightrope and as you can guess im example b and this world itself looks so boring and dull. As I put down my final goodbye to the world itself I hear a voice arrive on the roof of my apartment building dont do it as the girl said softly almost in a jokingly tone I turned around and seen nothing as my world turned to black I suddenly see a woman dressed in a black dress walk towards me with a smile, she was very hard to miss so why did I not see her first when I looked as I remember she's been there all my life she's a brown haired girl with freckles on her cheeks and a slender figure but very unforgettable. So why did I forget who she was? I remember as we met 15 years ago when I walked in on my only friend dead I still remember the face on her the day she died it was almost as peaceful as my face as her lifeless body hung from the ceiling fan the image was so beautiful with an amazing display of colors on the wall. I never used to think it was beautiful but why now, could the girl have influenced it. Suddenly I snap out of my thoughts and gather the courage to speak, I say why are you here now after all this time of being gone, Why do you show up in my life now! She says with a big grin because your lifeless body was such a beautiful display of colors splattered across the ground. That beautiful woman I once knew isn't there anymore, I suppose. her grin exposed the voidless mouth of hers as she devoured the body of once was mine. I was always just a hollow shell of a person anyway, I killed the whole apartment complex so living wouldn't have been a smart decision anyway. I'm going to hell I accept this now as I see right before my leave that I killed my only friend. A tear falls down my face but this isn't me repeating I'm laughing because of how stupid that bitch was to trust me. Those were my final thoughts before the flames of hell burned my body as my face melted.
