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You look for death in the clear night.
You tell her you still love her...
That you are her slave...
That she is still your queen...

Death, Death, Death the whore.
- Della Morte, Dellamore

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Life to me, is just an excuse to waste time until death.

This may ‘seem’ an incredibly narrow view on life, but bare with me...

The ‘wasting time’ part is the view that others may have on your decisions, or choices you make in your own life, and the question is, are you making the right ones for you?
Do we sit in our homes slowly killing ourselves, complaining about the most trivial things and thinking how miserable our lives are and longing for death, or do we live, and love and make our own paths in life to succeed and make what ‘time’ we have here worthwhile?

You dig your own grave, you lie in it...

I don’t fear death, I quite like the fact that we all die sometime, and once I’m dead, I won’t care. Why? Well how can I? I’m dead! Once you are dead, that’s it, that’s the end. No more chances. You have one chance while you’re here, for there’s nothing after death.

So what’s the moral of this story? Well, that’s for you to figure out, but I know I intend to make a noise while I’m alive, so I can enjoy the silence when I’m dead...

Modeled by the wonderful
Original Image in the Night Bird Pack 4 found here: [link]
Other stocks used were my own. Thanks for viewing!

Copyright Stygian Studio 2007.
Not to be used in ANYTHING Without my expressed written permission first.

Description
You look for death in the clear night.
You tell her you still love her...
That you are her slave...
That she is still your queen...

Death, Death, Death the whore.
- Della Morte, Dellamore

---

Life to me, is just an excuse to waste time until death.

This may ‘seem’ an incredibly narrow view on life, but bare with me...

The ‘wasting time’ part is the view that others may have on your decisions, or choices you make in your own life, and the question is, are you making the right ones for you?
Do we sit in our homes slowly killing ourselves, complaining about the most trivial things and thinking how miserable our lives are and longing for death, or do we live, and love and make our own paths in life to succeed and make what ‘time’ we have here worthwhile?

You dig your own grave, you lie in it...

I don’t fear death, I quite like the fact that we all die sometime, and once I’m dead, I won’t care. Why? Well how can I? I’m dead! Once you are dead, that’s it, that’s the end. No more chances. You have one chance while you’re here, for there’s nothing after death.

So what’s the moral of this story? Well, that’s for you to figure out, but I know I intend to make a noise while I’m alive, so I can enjoy the silence when I’m dead...

Modeled by the wonderful
Original Image in the Night Bird Pack 4 found here: [link]
Other stocks used were my own. Thanks for viewing!

Copyright Stygian Studio 2007.
Not to be used in ANYTHING Without my expressed written permission first.