So strange and stolen this mentality of mine, to afraid to go, pissed because i'm fine, can you believe the stress recieve when all is well and no one needs, well i'm in need and i'll tell you why, i've come to despise the wind and sky, i haate them all for they hate me, and in this hate lies animosity.

i fucked up before lunch, before i even woke up, this day was destined for me to end up in a hunch, of where to go what to do, and when will this thing die, the demon man that gnaws at my soul, ever so slowly, ever so wycked...could he be the sun? or just another whisp that never did come.


Iii