suiciety

I slept normal for approximately two days. Cutting my wrists in attempt to remove myself from the legions of the undead. My mind is diligently warping itself around a poisoned existence. The shear fantasy of the reality is beauty. Dredging the trenches of the wretched i realize now that I can never leave zerospace. I am still the haunted. This is another garden entirely, and must be kept under lock. Secret and different, but secretly the same. My own voice terrifies me. Youre an angel, you little devil. Now sing me asleep, a sleep i'll never wake from.