Death and I are head to head in a total collision, pure and mutual distaste.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm always on the verge of death in my head.
Between my head and my hand, there is always the face of death.
Blood and death. That moves me.
Ever since childhood, when I found out that the ultimate fate for all humans was death, sheer terror and morbid curiosity had been fighting for supremacy in my mind.
No one can avoid death; it is inevitable. Therefore, I should create in my mind a kind of willingness and accepting for that event without any fear.
Death has always had a prominent place in my mind. There are times when I think somebody might kill me.
When you start to realize life isn't fair, what do you do: curl up and die or fight every second of the way?
It's like kill or be killed, that's my thing basically.
Life is trouble. Only death is not. To be alive is to unfasten your belt and look for a fight.
I'm going to die with my mind intact. And to me that is the most exciting way you could possibly die.