9:49 p.m. - 2008-11-27
Below Deep
I can't help but think to mutilate, the only true relief. Poison seeped through my pours, into my veins, all the way to my heart. I can't live like this any longer. A lingering feeling that everything in my life is meaningless. Dust in my hands, wind stealing it from me. What am I to do then? In this nothing, intoxication is the only thing I have, and it bothers me to the point that I'm disgusted with the very idea of living. I've got to purge....the only way is.... The three-fold book.