I'm a body.
A lifeless cold body.
I can only hold stuff and keep it locked for ever.
I can not bring home a life time pleasure.
I should break when I reach my limit.
I could stain and strech to extend my life.
Gasp, I fell shattered in pieces.
Am I glass or porcelain.
Am I painted or not.
Cold as I may be,
now I am free.
View User's Journal
it's nothing really
Flames of gas burning and people crying while they're dying
Uranium reactor exploding turning all the food in a one-thousand radius
Napalm
Napping eternally
Y means nothing to me
FUNNY. get it funny.
 |
