in a morbid state of mind. death becomes my only obssesion. time will pass but i wont age. my mind is only capable of so much. dripping from my eyes are the blood red tears of shame and they fall like salt on to open wounds.
only one person can make it blur and fade and only he knows who he is. because it is the only time that i am satisfied with life. maybe too quick and said too soon but it seeps from inside and the flowing wont stop.