deathdrivetyler

We are dead even before we get born.It's predefined for us to disappear in the end.So in a sense it is pointless for us to exist in the first place.We're running ahead of our ability to comprehend the speed of nonexistence.It's a huge bubble of nothing which contains everything we know , making it seem omnipotent to our senses.All in all is all we are.

 All those lectures inside my head are going to waste 'cause i have noone to hear me. And when i do, they are not worthy enough to understand my significance. My ancient spirit should never leave me. It better get out of here now. I'm on my way to Hell. Hades was warned. Even my hopelessness is hopeless. Self-destructiveness at its finest. A black hole collapsing in on itself. Swallowing everything around it and then spitting newborn matter for something different to take its form. Trying too hard to not spit on your face. Grab the emotional Taliban by the neck and slash his throat. Then whistle to call my pitbull and command to fuck his woun

    The guy responsible for this whole irreversible mess, BLACK. His sadistic smile is vicarious of the twisted phycosynthetic constuction dressed in ink covered flesh. Seeing your dreams come true is a truly wonderful thing. Well...sometimes not. If your dreams consist of killings, suffering and pain of other people, it's better to die without fulfilling them. It's a perfect moment and as all perfect things in life, this one has to end as well. Blinking buttons and lame music. The elevator reached the top. 666th floor. His classy shoes step outside, making a really notable sound. His suit and tie are being attacked by the breeze on tp of the

 Happier me and happier people around me. Or for the ultimate self-destructive path that will carve my life just like those scars in my stomach. I'm thinking about it more seriously now that i'm lightheaded and have nothing to hold me back. I want this to end as bad as possible. Or in a way i would've never thought. Like i would expect the unexpected. A car stops at the red light. I stab the driver and hijack the car, driving towards nowhere. I don't know where i'm going. But i've taken an important decision for me. I should hijack the car inside my head and travel to nowhere. Just me and the dead, slowly rotting, driver flying through the ci

  I've gotten used to it after all. Just another lonely walk in same streets which unfold infront of me like the fears that grip me. Wandering around, travelling in places with no people at them. I fulfill my lungs with fresh snog as i inhale the last hit from my cigarette. Kinda dizzy *burps* and following weird patterns of my weak knees. Which travel me to unknown, already visited journeys. Demons by my side keeping company and offering me some food for thought. The same ones who always were there when i wasn't. I'm thinking about all the mistakes i've made, the problems i've caused, the pain i gave birth to and raised up seeing him grow ov