Eternal slumber, a final sleep.
No heaven above, no family weeps.
This is death, it's truest form, forfeit life.
Return to earth in which you were born.
No residing anger a black abyss, fallen from torment. This is bliss
Submitted: August 22, 2013
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FrootLoop246
Wow. Was that the drunk guy's POV on death and life?? I'll be honest. A drunk guy CAN be fun to talk to. Or FUNNY, that is. Especially the alcholic kind. My old job was a fast food restaurant on the edge of a not-so-safe neighborhood, so our "customers" tended to be quite inebreated. But they weren't mean drunks. They were singing, dancing funny drunks! :D
Fri, August 23rd, 2013 9:09pmAuthor
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Lol it was it was an interesting conversation to say the least, but the guy was very friendly.
Fri, August 23rd, 2013 9:51pm