pieceof8

No food for several days, no sleep for even more.
Up and dowm my body rocks, the waves of deleusion turns my stomach into knots. Stinging eyes burn from sweat. I see the fear, and feel the threat. I make my way to everywhere, yet, I have never left. From here to there I hate that trek, It takes so long, and hurts like heck.

Tip toe across the burning sky the jungle beast are on the prowel. They are waiting for me in the parking lots, they are waitng in the grocery store. I see them in all I meet, may I never meet these demons more. I feel them in the air, I taste them in my tears. I curse these bastard beasts, the beasts of burdon I bare.
On the day I dread no more, the day the sky is gray no more, I will fear no more, the only fear I felt before.
I myself am to blame, I the one who played the game. I set a course that day, the day I learnded the devils name.
crossing over to the darkend relm. I felt the world as it swelled.It grew and grew, and grew some more, it purged and then it grew some more. Feasting on all the joy, happy as a little boy. I tasted the soul of another, as our bodies consumed each other. oh the pleasure that was felt, it was if I had no guilt. On now the gulit that I feel, I have flooded a desert feild.

So now, Drowning in an empty tub, I struggle hard to stay above. I streach my neck and gasp for life, I take a breath and pray for night. and if sleep, dream I might, dreaming of a happy life.

All I had,now is gone, wanting more got me less. I will sit and wilt away, in this room, room of stench and decay.