A sweaty-toothed madman with an image that pounds my brain
His hands reach out and choke me
And all the while he's mumbling.
Mumbling, Truth
Truth, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.
You push it, you stretch it, it'll never be enough.
You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us.
From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying,
It'll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream."
-Todd, Dead Poets Society
"Laughing, crying, screaming, mumbling.
Gotta do more...
Gotta be more.
Chaos screaming
Chaos dreaming.
Gotta do more,
Gotta be more!"
-Charlie, Dead Poets Society
If you wanted to be dead, you could have just asked, you know.
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ReplyDeleteI already have, anyway.
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