another year closer to death...
the only thing i got to show for it is a hangover...
will working on it...
stitched up tight shining camera light... in my face stuck in this place... bodies all around the screaming sound... in my head the only silence when i'm dead... things can't go right so i don't fight... wish i had more to say but who would care anyway... spewing out blood through my pores licking and cleansing the open sores... shove your shit in my face put me in my place...