Hi everybody!
O know I haven't written anything in a LONG time... but I was out of ideas... and just didn't have the time... sorry
I don't think I will continue "The season 3". I just lost inspiration on that one... But you will get some angsty stories, I just love to write thous :)
Pleas remember that English is not my native language, and I'm just a beginner at writing, but I would love to know your opinion.
Hope you missed me :)
I don't own Galactik football
Reviews would be nice
Nothing comes
By Jullija
They say to live is better than to die They say to die is better than to live
So...
What do you believe?
Hard to answer?
Good.
They say the afterlife is better than life They say that life is better than afterlife
What do you think?
Hard to answer?
Confusing?
Good.
You should be.
Nobody knows the answer, because they can t compare these things. Though they still try to act smart, and answer your question, by not really answering it.
They say you have to live this life without sins, so that the afterlife would be better.
But isn't it said that those, who are sinful, will be forgiven?
Then why the f*ck do you even have to try?!!
Why do I have to try to be good, friendly and all that sh*t, that they want me to be?
Yeah, why?
I guess it s just, because it is like that.
I m standing at the rooftop.
The harsh wind feels like fire on my skin.
But I don t care
I look at the landscape of Akilian
White.
Everything is white.
It s always like that.
Like heaven on earth, they say
Yeah, they say a lot
I think they should shut the f*ck up!
Nobody wants them to say anything
But they keep talking.
...and.
...you start to believe in them
You believe them, don't you?
Yeah, you do.
It makes me laugh
You see, I don t believe them...
They... who say these things.
...they took my life away...
And everybody s still on their side!!!
That s ok.
I don t care anymore.
I slide my hand into the pocket.
...and pull it out
So smooth, cold and sharp...
They say the to do it is stupid
But as you figured it out already, I don t care
I lift my hand, and put it on my heart
I fell it beat.
It s circulating blood.
That s what it suppose to do.
They say that I don t have a heart.
That s stupid.
If I didn't have it, I wouldn't live.
I look at the knife in my hand
But can I call this living?
My dark eyes trace it curiously
No...
They took my life log ago, so.
It means I truly don t live
That means they re right...
I don t.
I lift the knife to my heart, and it starts to beat rapidly.
It slides deeply through the flesh
And I wonder...
Why it doesn't hurt?
It hits the heart.
It still doesn't hurt
And it stops beating
I m waiting for the astonishing afterlife to come.
Waiting for the angels with harps...
...the clouds...
...the light...
....
...mom and dad...
Dark takes over me...
And nothing comes...