As i close my eyes i think of my life. Its not so bad. Could be worse in other words...
We sleep so much what would now matter? In a way we all live for sleep. We work, play, fuck and love. They all lead us to sleep.
Death?
Thats the final sleep. Its what we live for. What you do in the time of birth to death is up to you. Most wanna point a finger and blame for what wrong has been to them...not the wrong they could have kept them self from.
Thats all i can think of...now.
As the blood pours out of me i think of who i could blame...
I point at my self the medic tring to keep me from draing out on the ground thinks i wanna tell him my last words.
funny i think i know this guy...the gym maybe..or is it...hell what does it matter now..
As i slip away i see no light..i hear no voice..no one is here to save me...
Funny last thoughts...
