Music/title: Schism; Tool
“I know the pieces fit.”
. .. . .
I think a person shouldn’t make me want to believe in a God; To believe in an afterlife..
But here we are.. Here I am.
I tell him I want to die first. That I’m too scared of being alone.
I tell him I would be immortal with him- Immortal in a world where all I used to crave was death.
I tell him if he dies tomorrow, I would never love another the way I love him.
I tell him I am no longer complete without him.
But I do not believe in a God.
I do not believe in an afterlife. Or a ‘happy ever after’ past this mere mortality.
But in my mind we will live forever- Him and I, endlessly intertwined…
. .. . ..
Perhaps forever is a word we really can’t understand.