It eats you alive
Crawling up your throat...
Razors in my hand cuts on my wrists.
I see blood dripping down like red colored mist...
Laughter fills the air,
As I sit alone in the dreaded cold...
Cravings: So little, so quaint. Haunting, burning...
When people are depressed and tired of living,
They usually just forget everyone...
The patriotic wanderer
Nonfictional rise of the sun...
I can feel it.
It's back...
I know there are people
who will laugh about these lines...
I don't get along with my mother. My father was a...
back to life when I flew back to my homeland. I'm...
The fear must rest, soon. It can't run me forever.
Soon, I will be on empty...
2014-12-28 02:49 AM
Friendly faces that say friendly things...
Stop!
I cannot let you come any closer...