HiImMattLiVID

That drying rail in the kitchen looks so welcoming right now, After all we’ve been through, each and every row. Zoning out watching Stroszek and leaving you the letter, This is horrible, even with the drugs, my condition won’t get any better. I offered you a look at what life would be like with this success, But the more I saw it, the more I wished that I could regress. My mood is bleak and my soul as empty as the darkest abyss, Now, my only way out is to abandon you on the precipice. Once I’m dead, gone and burnt away, In the ground my gravestone you will lay. Someone may steal it, forcing it to be replaced, But the