2:00 a.m. - 2008-06-06
Frozen
In the palm of my hand, 777. Not in my mind and not in my heart, just my hand. Fire to strike down, here it comes, but then I stop. I am not enough...

Something inside me stops me from everything. I am frozen, still. My heart still beats, and I still internally bleed, but my limbs are dead, my life is dead; and I can't move ahead.

I have the solution, yet I still...