killing

Death, everyone knows that word but who knows what it really means?

the death is simple word that spreads fear to some people but loved and sought by others, suicidal people want to be her friend, while others take it as the enemy who really knows who is seeking death? I mean, is it the only way to forget all the worries?

Death has become my best friend, my passion, my goal in my poor life, that's not my fault, they taught me that it's the only way to escape , this is the single word that I heard the most so I just wanted to try , it's not my fault that's what the voices in my head said to me , this is the fault of the monsters and beasts hiding where I live and who are following me , If only I could touch a wing or a feather from the wing of this angelic devil.

Some describe it as a darkness that no one can illuminate, as for people like me; they describe it as a bright flame that no one can extinguish in the darkness of their lives.

Another night sitting in my roof, I felt his back, but it didn't bother me, he kept silent, He understood that I did not want to speak, that this calm was good for me and for him too but there was a question that still crossed my mind

-Can I ask you something?

-Yes

-Why are you still here?

-what do you mean?

- Almost every day since we kinda met here

-Uh

He fell silent again and then decided to answer

- That roof must also attract me and I don't want to see you try it again

- Maybe

He tried to hide his laugh but I was able to hear it, as always the sky was beautiful I never get bored of it , letting your imagination running away and feeling the wind brush your soul is in another level of pleasure I can never say that's enough it's a way to escape beside the art and music