“She greets death with a curtsy.”

You can hit me and push me but you can’t quite beat me.

I lay awake thinking about how none of it had to happen for me to get to this point; and how I’m glad I got there, anyway.

It’s just me and my mangled limbs your touch soothing but unconvincing singsong whispers of lives unlived.

And if you only opened the window you’d see the morning light seep through.

Hearts retch on homestretch where will we go?

I don’t believe in love at first sight; only now I realize that you did.

As I feel your heart shatter like sand through my helpless fingers I envision ripples through the tar of your blood.

Love worth reaching for. Worth hurting for. Worth dying for. This love worth fighting for. And worth staying for.

My whole life has been a hallow waste, a futile exercise, for no one at death can take anything with them!

Holy shadows of the dead, I am not to blame for your cruel and bitter fate, but the accursed rivalry which brought sister nations and brother people to fight one another.

Without acceptance, I would have never known freedom. Without surrender, I would have never known peace. And without dying to myself, I would have never known what it truly means to live.

A king does not kill messengers.

It’s not unusual to be loved by anyone, it’s not unusual to have fun with anyone. But when I see you hanging about with anyone, it’s not unusual to see me cry. I wanna’ die.

Toil and risk are the price of glory, but it is a lovely thing to live with courage and die leaving an everlasting fame.

If I could choose how to die, I would drown in your eyes.