The true demise
of a scalding...
Gain is my refrain.
The story of my pain...
She was a midnight catastrophe;
her need to spin upon the pond...
Antagonism towards quotidian eyes intumesces with...
behind denials of monochrome imperia...
I made my journal a ghost
covered with blankets...
Silent as the dark night
he stays hidden inside...
I was a feeder of souls
Living with trolls...
I feel eyes
On my back...
Pull, pull away.
I cannot wake up to face the day...
I stand before you a broken man, With nothing left...
You broke my heart and for that, death i wish for...
The sound of a piano floats softly through
the rooms before resting upon my ears...
First diagnosed on 2004
I will not hear this lie anymore...