My World Full Of Hate by TormentedShana, literature
Literature
My World Full Of Hate
The world is Great,
I guess,
Since that I have no place,
To rest.
The sun rises,
And the sun sets,
But then,
All together it just plain,
Doesnt exist.
What's this world around us?
What's the point of looking over the grass of this earth?
Why do they call us humans?
What's the point of living in the first place?
Yes there is a world called Heaven,
And there is one called Hell,
What's the best side?
Which one is better?
Heaven?
Or
Hell?
No one knows.
Since no one went there,
And came back alive.
No one cares,
But everyone spreads lies,
What's the point of this?
Is their any meaning to this at all?
The world has tons
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How long have I been gone? :l
EDIT: Well, I'm not -officially- back yet. I just dropped by heh.
Yep. that's right. I think i'm leaving dA for a long long long long long long long long (recurring) while, well, again. As things aren't doing too well for me (in terms of time for stuff like this). But I still have time to draw too though, including doodles on chairs and random stuff. I think.
*sigh*
I phail. :0
*dies*