Only shall they know, Of the hurricane of my soul. Brimstone deep shall burn my bones, And tear the love from my heart.
it’s november outside i am lying on my bed. i can’t believe it has to end it all here but i’m alone and maybe it hurts too much. my body is a country at war and the Air Force’s general expect the worse. i am hungry i am cold i am too weak to stand… Continue reading dying…or untitled