I'm a prayer: all you see is breath.
I am empty.
I am skin and bones.
I'm a ribcage.
I am realized.
I am chained; I choose to stay here.
To a hopeless cause I sold my Soul.
A romantic; plastic; piece of shit, you can mold.
Until I break into chokeable pieces.
Arizona: year 3 begins now.
Wish me luck.