I felt suicidal. So I went to a website where I can get blog templates and searched for skins related to death. And then I found really really good poems or sentences depicting death:
Life is just a process between birth and death.
I live to die.
Catch me if I fall; If you don't, I won't mind either.
Death Awaits You
Piling the bodies
Burn them in the night
Skin grows black and withered
Decayed smell will rise
Existence fading
Into ashes
Burn those bodies
To Infernal death
Human coals are burning
Repulsive yet so true
Open graves are scattered
When the work is through
Existence fading
Into ashes
Burn those bodies
To Infernal death
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me. I walk alone.
i walk a lonely road
the only one that i have ever known
dont know where it goes
but its home to me and i walk alone ;
i walked this empty street on the Boulevard of Br0ken Dreams ;
where the city sleeps
and im the only one and i walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...
my shad0w's the 0nly one that walks beside me ;
my shall0w heart's the only one that's beating ;
sometimes i wish someone out there will find me;
till then i walk alone.
im walkingg down the line;
that divides me somewhere in my mind ;
on the border line
of the edge and where i walk alone
read between the lines
whats fucked up and everything's all right
check my vital signs
to know im still alive and i walked alone.
i walk alone i walk alone
i walk alone i walk alone
my shad0w's the only one that walks beside me
my shall0w heart's the only one that's beating
sometimes i wish someoneout therewill find me;
till then i walk alone
i walked this empty street
on the Boulevard of Br0kenn Dreams
where the city sleeps
and im the only one and i walk alone
I walk alone I walk alone
I walk aloneI walk alone
my shad0w's the 0nly one that walks beside me ;
myy shall0w heart's the only one that's beating
sometimes i wish someone out there will find me;
till then i walk alone.
The b0ulevard of br0ken dreams
How do you expect me to survive?
I bite my tongue to know I'm still alive.
Taste the iron in my blood
like the rod that pierced my heart;
hang a sign upon my forehead,
" Back In Five ".
Death, is only the beginning...
In Death I See Life
In Life I See Death
The Sweet Relief That I Long
The Hush Of Whispering wings
Have come to Take Me
Away, away