Life is just a moment, when we think we’re living in years when we’re actually living for seconds. Some live for the thrill and shortness of each minute while those wait for the obvious fate.
These roses have thorns
Like an angry bull with horns
I stand in a shade of red
Obviously hoping for death
Wait for it to strike my heart
The bull’s nostrils flame in frustration
Focused on my red shirt
Charging in for my execution
Dear Juliet 