Saturday, December 17, 2011


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.

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