I am a comatose
skeletal being
diluted of hope
imperfection sets in again
placing lies inside my head.
I am lifeless,
as angst seeps in
and blood runs out
All of my dreams turn into reality;
I contemplate the meaning of sanity.
Is it really so insane to think of death?
When all I can spare is one last breath.
My skin is cracked and peeled,
I guess the wound's never healed.
My pupils are inward,
all I see is red
this is the beginning of the end












That's yessum ma'am to you!
























well I hope these are not your real feelings but if they are then come take my hand and im sure we can find a much happier place to dwell 



















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Well my darling, This is fantastic! I love the emotion in this one! What a great job you did on this!!! Better than I could have for what it is
135 old applause
