From all the voices in my head
written down words...
Ask me all the questions you wish to ask,
Think of all the possibilities you see me in...
I want to die
As I feel your presence...
It's nine twenty on a Thursday
and all I've got is a bowl of...
Empty, does it make a sound?
falling forever, will she ever hit the ground...
I walk around here alone
I pace back and forth...
The need to.
The feel of...
I am a slave to love
Never can break free...
The crimson red.
The liquid that flows...
Hunger.
The need for...
The veins and arteries twist and turn
together entwined as blood rushes...
Whirring, turning
The blur of cold steel...