Aventador
Living out of spite
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This is how I imagined it:
I would sit in a rocking chair, on the deck of the house i bought. swaying back and forth slowly, the wood slightly screeches with every motion.
Enjoying the slight breeze on my face as I watch the sun set over the mountains for the last time.
In a way, I have accepted my death.
No glorious struggle, no battle for another breath - just silent defeat.
The glass of scotch falls from my hand onto the deck, as I take my last breath. The remaining spirit sinks into the wood - as a symbol of my blood spilled.
I will die alone, surrounded by emptiness.
This is how my life is finished, no drama, no screaming, just silence.
The wind engulfs my jaded corpse, and takes my soul to a better place. So iv'e been told.
(I'm not suicidal btw, just tired of this life)
I would sit in a rocking chair, on the deck of the house i bought. swaying back and forth slowly, the wood slightly screeches with every motion.
Enjoying the slight breeze on my face as I watch the sun set over the mountains for the last time.
In a way, I have accepted my death.
No glorious struggle, no battle for another breath - just silent defeat.
The glass of scotch falls from my hand onto the deck, as I take my last breath. The remaining spirit sinks into the wood - as a symbol of my blood spilled.
I will die alone, surrounded by emptiness.
This is how my life is finished, no drama, no screaming, just silence.
The wind engulfs my jaded corpse, and takes my soul to a better place. So iv'e been told.
(I'm not suicidal btw, just tired of this life)





