I scribble these words of apathy onto a bleak canvas.

I right my sins before I jump into this ocean of knives.



I wish i could be frugal with a mere nine lives.

But i live in agony for i cannot die.


My eyes scan lone cemetery's in remorse.

This impeding life takes most by force.

But not I...


Bright light and streets of gold are faint dreams for a life so utterly cold.

There is no helping a severed soul.


I shall throw myself at any sort...

Because life for me will never be lived in fear of being cut short.


No tears can escape my windows, No sounds can caress my ears.

No laughter will be heard for many years..



I watch flocks of birds disappear into an orange horizon.I observe nature and love..

I await my chance to be part of the heavens above.



Sadly i am only a beast without fate, an immortal soul devastated by hate...



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