A simple thought makes me sick to my stomach.
I can't seem to escape from it.
At a moments notice my whole world completely dark.
Bringing pain to life.
Death is quickly making its mark.
Is this another episode of simple cranial misery?
Or has a higher power tapped into my brains integrity?
A higher power approaching me in my final hour.
One simple purpose.
One simple victory is all they need.
As I finally fall asleep my brain it is far pressed and the fallen write my long awaited eulogy as I rest.
As I rest.
I cannot see anything but frustration.
Why am I unable to pinpoint this delinquent?
Hells red burning holes through my eyes.
My body daised and confused has been a product of lies.
Hells red burning holes through my eyes. I've been a product of lies.
I am finished.
Cavia porcellus replenished.
I am finished before I began.