3:43 a.m. - 2008-05-07
Dying alone
Obsession, dissection, how did I ever get like this? Was it my tainted memories? Oh how they blister and then explode, my heart stained by sin. What's worse of all is that after the fall, and the rise, I still remain alone. I said I'd be gone, that I'll go home, but here I am coming completely undone. I have become the thing I swore I never would: an open wound, an open wound for no one else, no one else but you, but you, but you, but you.