I think the faintest trace of any human life has such a powerful appeal. While these sadistic tendencies aroused from such abandonment cease to barricade my existence, for the nights are grower longer. Rushing through my mind is not only that of mirrored memories, but of an intertwining rage. Such a feeble understanding we have of the world around us. Time is of the essence, but is that so when time is all that i am left with? Singing songs of misery, but screaming seems to be a bit more stable in my mind. My mind is torn to wisps of trembling reverence. My escape is slowly being hazed. In such an eerie systematically indecent way my desperate actions cause for drastic measure. i see no fucking excuse, no fucking way to improve. Death creeps closer and I feel my ghostly figure forming, and wishful thinking has no place among the dead. An imminent pain enshrouds my clouded vision. You'll finally get what you want. I am gone. If god has a message, what could be the meaning for this? If this is his message then he must be fucking mad. Are we just a fucking joke? If god has a message, what could be the meaning for this? If this is his message then he must be fucking mad. I'll strip you of your power. I am god.
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