death
Why am i not afraid of death and dying? I’m not because its all i think about… its all I can think about lately as I listen to my fingers skate along the keys so swiftly to the beat of the music. I think of what I’ve done and cry many hours. I feel like a murder… but how can you murder your own soul? I dont deserve any forgiveness ever for anything I’ve done and I wish it would all just stop… the world seems like it stands still today exept for you and me even though I see others talking to me and yet all I can hear is your voice… and your sadness… tonight is the night that I would’ve died if it wernt for dance… I may have to wait until tommarow to let my feelings run free but I’ll enjoy evey moment of it because tonight is the night that I’m simply going to say NO. The craving for blood may be strong but for once… I think I’m stronger…
