12:17 a.m. - January 04, 2012
Stagnation
All fires are burnt out...
The beetle rolls the sun in a ball of dung but it rolled it to deep. It rolled itself inside and it burns up inside with the sun, inside a ball of shit. Life is like that, a burnt up ball of shit, it had so much potential but its all burnt away. There is nothing left in this game, not even the pieces. Just dust, shit dust, and we rub it on our chest cuz there is nothing, nothing inside our hollowed little chests.

Hate is a game that loses its luster quickly.
Love is a dream hidden in the stars that we will never reach, even if we were in the sky.
Everything in between is decay.
Today is the last day.
The end.

I go to bed on an empty stomach
A stagnant heart
Broken life
lack-luster knife

and how it started, this day ends...in nothing but ashes.