jack_razor

By the time you read this, I will already be dead. Do not reply to this, it is only to be read. By the time you read this, I will already have been killed. Do not reply to this, but notify my next of kin. Self administrate your estate, Pick up the pieces and give them away. Let them take all the things they want and dispose of yourself. Photos and notes go into the sink, Under all the hot water the faucet could give. Now my dreams are just running ink. Going down the dream. By the time you read this, I will already be gone. Do not reply to this, but realize what you have done. By the time you read this, it will already be true. Do not reply to this, just understand what you made me do. By the time you read this, I will have gone the way good men go. When they go bad, where they go bad. By the time you read this, I will have gone to the place where good men go.Where they go wrong, when they go wrong. By the time you read this, I will already have been changed. Do not reply to this, after I've experienced maximum pain. No longer good to anyone, and never would be again. Know that I spent my final days, endlessly tying the endless loose ends. One last look around the place, with sun shining into empty room. For the final time I close the door that will open for someone new. The only change I make before I leave, is in the bedroom of my dreams. Where I covered the walls in deep blue paint, rather than my blood and my brains. By the time you read this, I will already be dead. Do not reply to this, it is only to be read. By the time you read this, I will already be dead.