We’re 5 minutes apart.

Cause in this world? Your worlds restricted.  When curtains shine through blackness. We play and then we're victim Every person out to get us. And every person tries compassion? It's more than mere prediction. There the serpent lies unchallenged But you whirl and try to damage. Cause you're weak and your worlds afflicted. But to… Continue reading We’re 5 minutes apart.

I like fictional books. The main character is always me.

Feel the vectors into orbit, melting into fiscal porn Each waking moment. Exists to mourn the pensive rigor mortis And I hate myself so much every. single. morning. Its like clockwork. Lonesome. Staring in the mirror. See a monster. Bones drugged. Mainly see the errors. Home drunk. Sloppy. With a motor function failure Open palm… Continue reading I like fictional books. The main character is always me.