Visions

I have these visions.
sitting through the day.
of a gunshot, blood, a cadaver that lay.
That cadaver is me. I see myself dead.
at this day in time, a gun to my head.
My body lays, for the funeral march.
peaple are happy, people cheer.
I guess most are glad, that I'm no longer here.
If this truely happens, and I should be dead.
People willbe cheering and laughing,
'till their faces turn red.

What?

What goes through your mind
when you're going to die?
are you tensed? relaxed?
do you cry?


What goes through your mind
when you're forced to live
through pain, suffering, and hell?


What does it feel like to be happy?
Really happy.
not just a laugh at a joke.


What doe you care about most?
In life? In dreams?
In everything.

What. What. What?

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What do you do?
When you can't do anymore
When life has no meaning
but to eat, sleep, and slam doors.

No one cares. So one sees.
but me.
you say you love,
but you don't.
love isn't around.
So what is the purpose of life?
There is no purpose.