My brain shuts down,
and crys asleep...
A stitch for a joint
With buttons for eyes...
I took pictures of you when you were small,
You looked adorable with your innocent smile...
What's your name.
Are you to blame...
The need to.
The feel of...
The crimson red.
The liquid that flows...
Hunger.
The need for...
For years i would say
I am ready to give it up...
I inhale the black monster
As it passes through my throat...
I fall asleep wondering what's going to happen;
Not what has already happened, but what's next...
The myth of a monster appears in his mind
comparing with rumors is making him blind...
When Day met the Night,
there was a story to tell...