How do I get my own thoughts? I'm floating in space right now looking down at my once full vessel, dying to get back to it.
I usually understand what's going on and I can usually pretend, but when the wolves howl at the full moon.. Well.. That's when I know I'm done.
With each day they get closer and closer those wolves in the distance, they sing.
A song beckoning me closer, and with each refusal they walk closer and closer to me..
You sing in life and you sing in death, they are fine proof of that for death is what they are. With each day it nears but with each day its also so far...
What a fine thought that is, wondering what reality really holds. Does reality really exist?
Or are we all just a bunch of holes in the system of death, the only system easy to believe. The holes that's caused life that are able to think these things
