the feeling of old wounds being cut open again is beyond any description. every word sears through the skin, leaving a path of destruction in its wake and finally reducing the very soul to a pile of rubble. like a nightmare that just wont go away, the words have carved themselves perfectly onto the skin. you make me sink down to this abyss of insanity where i'm vulnerable to the slightest provocation and goading.

for reasons beyond me, i have ran out of words and cant continue. but here is little piece of nothing that best sums up everything.


I cant believe how fucked up life really is.


it never rains, it pours. everytime, every single time