chaotic words

As I gaze into the eyes of the dead, I wounder, is their soul gone or is it traped in a deep dark freezing cold chamber where the only freedom is the breath of death, then I wake up and look into the darkness. THE BEGINING

By chaos talks

as i see into the world of darkness and breathe out my ever lasting soul. i think of what is ahead of me, MY DEATH AND SORROW.