3:06 p.m. - February 18, 2011
Useless
Ineloquently describing emotions that lay dead inside your mouth, like corpses dug up by robbers. Life as cold as the useless skin hanging from the broken bones. A Smile littered with holes, illusion grows...

All this rubble, not fire worthy, beneath the collapsed spire. Built upon the memories of those that faded into the wind. Hopes withered away like the poisoned trees. Despite the decay, you've built lives made out of clay. There is no longer night and day, nothing but a haunting gray that blankets both the living and the dead.

Give up, all has come to an end, before you even had a name.