11:48 p.m. - November 01, 2010
Piss
Victim of my indecision, swallowed up by weakness. Too weak to stand up, to get up. Bathing me in piss. Shit on everything that I am, can't blame you; I let you. I'm so sick of all of this, smelling and tasting the same, over and over again; get it out of my mouth! I don't want it, I can't stand it, but yet here I am bathing in piss.

Something's got to give, my mind is caving in.

Past life, slips through my fingers like ashes in the wind; and I thought I would never miss such days as those of old.

Something's got to give... and I know its not going to be me.