1:13 a.m. - 2007-08-06
Transposing
Final moment, belongs to no one, instead it dominates the very essence of existance. Eyes roll behind the head, I'm falling backwards into the darkest corner of my mind, and suddenly a light flashes inside like a burning candle made out of flesh. Cold surrenders, I'm no longer alone in this side. I'm disfigurating, transposing, crossing once again, the line.