These are the pale deaths
which men miscall their lives:
for all the scents of green things growing,
each breath is but an exhalation of the grave.
Bodies jerk like puppet corpses,
and hell walks laughing.
This poem is from 'Lord Foul's Bane, Book One' of the series "The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant the Unbeliever" by Stephen R. Donaldson.
The first two lines were used in Metallica's song 'To Live Is To Die'.
Lived a hundred dreams now is it sad if I die 4 one
i love life.
ReplyDeleteYeah you will for a year or 2
ReplyDeleteits not life that u stop loving its yourself.
ReplyDeleteIts your life ain't it girl???
ReplyDelete"Lived a hundred dreams now is it sad if I die 4 one"
ReplyDeleteRather die for a dream rather than dying in a mundane manner, never having acted on a dream.