Beautiful Worlds

You'll never know when it's going to hit, never know what you're going to do. And you'll never know how you're going to feel. A surreal nightmare is worser to bear and even worser to hear. Worse than any nightmare you'd ever bother. You'll feel lost within, with only darkness to be a friend of.

The pain is like a thousand deaths running through you. It'll get so hard to breathe, you'll suffocate and collapse on the floor. Enough! And finally swallow. Time to wake up from this hollow nightmare. Let it slip through your guts and then you let out a scream. Believe me, the pain is so real. You'll see yourself as you're pulled out from here. Then finally everyone will look. It was no dream as you just had too much of it. They'll just look at you as they are helpless fools!

As you lay there sleeping endlessly, you'll laugh hollowly. Because you know it's going to end soon. Then tears start to fall. Will anyone miss you? or Will you be just a miss? What will happen on the next day?

I'll tell you, they will not care.

But they refuse for trouble. And so they throw you away, on the roadside somewhere. As everything gets dark, you'll stop feeling the pain and fuck, you'll die in a harsh way of death.