Death is only feared by those who seldom think of death.
But we who rehearse our fading away each night, only wield pity,
pity for how much our flesh would suffer,
pity for those who would be left to embrace grief--
pain.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Anxiety and Things that Shatter
Şiir"Anxiety, you are lightening and a thunder only I can hear. In my despair, you wear an intimidating smile like a glittering stretch mark on the skin of the horizon." Cover by @DeathsDarkSoul
