9:06 p.m. - 2008-09-07
Bury Me
For years, I've been dying, slowly; piece by piece, engulfed by the disease. Tonight the last part of me disappeared before my eyes, and I never was so glad to die. The slate is clean, let's start life again.

Dead memories, the requiem sung by the echos in my bones. Close the casket, bury me underground. Tonight is the night I die to live. To live dead.