warwick27

four years later and still chasing the moon. the memory of a distant night and a distant me still lingering like smoke in the heavy air. i am sick with the loss of my self..but I have at least found the sun to keep me warm. even if it burns my skin and breaks my gray ash heart to dust.

there is a shred of something left in me that all of this brings back in an instant...


you can never totally destroy the darkness. it just transmutes...swirls and collects in rancid pools in dark corridors of the heart.

i am who i am. the smile i give the world my only crime.