Saddened eyes,
cigarette...
The movements around me are thickly pouring syrup,
molasses...
You masochistic
bastard. You reel me in with...
The Darkness sheds no light
We know no day...
Temptation tastes so sweet
as it pulls me even closer to the edge...
Winter is finally over,
yet blood remains in the snow...
Whistling winds blow
between the cracks in these old walls...
Lost in the moment of thoughts of my secret...
I fantasise of having nothing left to live for...
I was a jack the land.
Dead from the neck up...
Eyes shut and pain hits
Marijuana helps a lot...
I hate this feeling.. the feeling before it all...
It's so hard.. harder then i could ever imagine...
It hurts now
like it does every day...