9:03 a.m. - September 02, 2011
My tragedy, your dinner
Lower than higher, I've suddenly realized that I've become you, in the worst of ways. Like a knife rising up from a cold corpse, it pierces deeper than what I thought. Tinged life, bitter till the end.

All of these riddles, just to say that I hate my fucking life and how it has turned out. I stand blameless, upon the table of my enemies. But my lord is on my side, and my enemies eat before me, while I stand here in hunger.

Nothing completes me, no matter where my mind wanders off to, I remain here--till the cannibals get a hold of me...