the coffin [Theme] Page 2

The coffin lid has jewelry with the consumer.

Touching so many coffins after seeing so many deaths,
As the porcelain is broken, and rich and poor.
Touched to many coffins, seen too many lost ones, many like porcelain,
Cracked in an instant. Poor to rich kids.

Who are behind the leaders is, he is not over their graves - protection is not needed for those who are feet.

- If there is no God, then where do we go after death?
- In the coffin.

Sidodži only alive because, **** *****, didn't fit in the coffin.

- I would like to see the outcome and to attend to the protection of this work! - enthusiastically suggested the black demon.
Someone gave a stifled groan. I think I.
- Watch the tomb, more tender advised Basilisk in my ear, confirming his intentions.
Want black, varnished, spacious, with pale purple lining inside... And a purple bow on the lid! Be sure to bow...

The smaller the coffin, the heavier.

... in fact, we all just slowly die.
We have different speed of flight; from the womb to the grave...

He's a vampire.
And not a sexy romantic vampire. And ugly, soudem blood, lying in a coffin is a vampire.
- Now it was sad.
- Oh really?
Under the coffin refers to a wooden box. And we are now beautiful with the gold in 14 Karat.
- Well, I'm sorry.

Today I am in a dream you saw
In white sneakers and a coffin.

This is the worst gift in my life, and last year my son bought me a coffin.

I have a thousand plans include
For tomorrow: it's not too late.
My coffin is still noise in the woods.
He was a tree. He nurses the nest.

It is foolish to upset, and anyway, imagining the coffin, I think of myself as living, although you're actually dead. The fact of the difference. You're not going to know that you're in a coffin. You like to sleep in a drawer. I certainly would not want to sleep there, and even without air, and you'd Wake up dead man - then what to do? In a coffin. That's what I don't like it, that's why I don't think about it.
You're helpless. Nailed you in a box, Yes, even forever. Even if you're dead, still not nice. Especially because you're dead. Judge for yourself. Suppose I nailed you there. What would you like to be - dead or alive? Alive of course, it's not dead, though in a coffin, some chance remains. You could lie there thinking: "I'm still alive. Now anyone knocks on the lid and tells him to get out - "Hey you, whatsyername! come on!"
How it happens, that moment when one first knew about death? It happens... somewhere in my childhood, when suddenly you realize that you're not going to live forever. Such a shock must surely stick in the memory, and I don't remember it. So it was not. Probably we are born with a premonition of death, not knowing that word, not knowing that the words exist at all. We're born bloody and screaming, with the solid knowledge that all of the light leads only one direction and its length is measured by time.