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Jan 2021 · 135
Granted
Andrew Kerklaan Jan 2021
Everything I know I have assumed.

A sense of shame and humility, bewilderment.  I don’t know where to start.

Everything is a gift! In some capacity or another - it wasn’t ours to begin with.

Is it just my nature? Is that what I owe to history? Assumption?

I don’t want to participate if it has to be this is how we “behave”.

Yet my pain is so intense when I have to go without these addictions I’ve adapted myself to be born into.

I know no other way. Every path has led me back to this conclusion. I fight and lose my fury. I run but I can’t escape. I eat but am never satiated. My CALM is a sense of unrest.

But I keep you, and I feel you will always be with me.

Writing my suicide note with my one unconscious hand and shooting me with the other.

A sicko ****** fantasy. I’m sure you could bet on it. Just put it on my tab!
Started off as a revelation about how everything that we use is something that someone else made/invented  before you were ever even a thought but it turned into a self reflection about suicidal depression.
Aug 2019 · 365
Kyle
Andrew Kerklaan Aug 2019
Sometimes I want to do something reckless while thinking about you

I know that it's selfish of me, but I don't want to have to miss you

I wish that I could say for certainty that you'll be there  when I arrive, but what if I don't?

I want to walk a tight rope with my eyes closed

I know you'll be with me

I feel you in my tears as I take my final steps toward the edge

The time is right for me here.

I'm with you now.
It's been too long

My friend.

Where have you been?
I love you!
Rest in Peace Love and Death Metal
Dec 2018 · 796
Away (7 word)
Andrew Kerklaan Dec 2018
I always give the best advice...  Away
.
Never to me.

Never to keep.

It all goes away
Dec 2018 · 691
Nothing At All
Andrew Kerklaan Dec 2018
My mom always used to say if you don't have anything nice to say then say
Nov 2018 · 1.2k
Been a Khan
Andrew Kerklaan Nov 2018
Panic grips me in these moments...
When the paradigm shifts and the rumbling quake of unfortifiable change comes rolling in

I am crushed beneath the weight of this apocalypse

Coronation day has come and now I’m the fool.

King of the flaming smitherines of my own self proclaimed independence

Hallelujah
Jun 2018 · 1.4k
Forged
Andrew Kerklaan Jun 2018
An echo in time reverberating reaches me again and again - - louder each succession

The silhouette of a suicide splatters the pavement just over my shoulder

-A piece of trash to be thrown away.

But disregard this dismissal, I'm still with you now.

This stain's presence is undeniable though, you know this has to happen eventually...

I feel as though the truth itself is captive in all this, for to speak it's name is to summon it's awful presence.

-A punishable offense to be met with seizure and entrapment in the name of greater good (Bah!)

Tell me though, who gave you the right to take the right away from me?

Perhaps one day you'll learn to understand this; that not all choices are given, some are simply ****** upon you.

The option is optional, but the choice is not given.
Call it destiny but some fates have been forged...

Mine is one of them.
Jun 2018 · 5.2k
Dysfunctional
Andrew Kerklaan Jun 2018
Glass ticking like cold plastic

My fingers thrum hopelessly in the hopes of drumming up a solution to a problem with an issue of loss.

This dilemma has found me at the end of my rope and I fear the knots in my stomach are only getting tighter as I squeeze you closer to me now.

Why can't I help me?

I won't let you do it for me.

But must I force feed you the truth?

I'm not hungry for this day any more. Fighting this sickness, I choke back another spoonful of medicine...
--And what am I supposed to do now then?!

Frustration consumes me.
I am bile. The emptiness inside, that fills me with rot.

I'm hollow!!

Somebody save me from myself!   I want to self-destruct and not be okay anymore.

I want to fly a Subaru into the sun on fire.
I'm just so ******.

Just leave me behind and maybe I can decompose into something useful and that actually wants to be here and maybe after that I can finally float away from here...

Wouldn't that be okay?
Why should I have to stay.

I never belonged here any way.
Jun 2018 · 381
Wake?
Andrew Kerklaan Jun 2018
What do you mean come to the wake?

Aren't you coming over still?

I thought you had a show next week...

Wasn't that you on the phone the other day?

When did we last speak?

Was it in good context as I remember it was?

I just can't conceive to believe that you're not.

How can I come to your wake when I'm still only dreaming?

Who will I go with?

Surely not you...

It couldn't be.

I just won't believe. I'm not going to leave.

I can't be at a wake for a man that hasn't died yet...

I simply refuse to believe.
I wrote this May 02 2018
Rest in peace Kyle. I will always love and cherish the time we had together. I will miss you always.
Jun 2018 · 322
Borrowed Words
Andrew Kerklaan Jun 2018
"If I wanted to breathe air, then I wouldn't be smoking"

Simple as that
Sometimes others say it better...


Quote by Haley Brown
Mar 2018 · 260
Haley
Andrew Kerklaan Mar 2018
I was hesitant at first to tell you and a little scared to admit it,  but when I really thought about it,  one statement rang true

"Love is not time"

and that is what really stuck with me.

And this love that I hold now is for you
I love you Haley
Feb 2018 · 457
Don't Look Back
Andrew Kerklaan Feb 2018
I want to tell you not to get too close -  Not because I'm worried I will hurt you, but because I'm worried that I myself am hurting you.

Insidiously.

Bleeding you, while I **** me - - Making you suffer instead of me.



I wish silently,  against my will, that you would leave.
Abandon my pretty eyes and see me without my disguise.


I don't want you to have to decide whether, or not, it would be right.
Forget my face.
Feb 2018 · 740
Bitter, Honestly
Andrew Kerklaan Feb 2018
And what were you expecting me to say after all that??



"They all lived happily ever after?"


...



What's that?

There's still a chance you say?

Okay let me try again...


...



"And then every one died."



The End






...How's that?
*******
Jan 2018 · 228
Carry On My Blessing
Andrew Kerklaan Jan 2018
I want to be someone else.

I'm tired of being me.

Everyone says just to be yourself, but I just can't anymore.

I can't be that me, he's so depressing

I just want to **** him

If you let me be somebody else then I'll let you be me

I don't mind and neither will he

I'm going to be somebody interesting to me

Somebody that I would like to see

A person who was meant to be

And that other person who used to be me?

Well, he could finally rest easy knowing that he doesn't have to be.

That person will be set free
*Lord -hear me in my prayers*
Jan 2018 · 158
Ready To Die
Andrew Kerklaan Jan 2018
As the air escapes my innards,  I exaust a sigh most listlessly foul.

It is not the last breath that we will share this day... But I wish that it was.
Why do I even need this?
Jan 2018 · 142
Prove It
Andrew Kerklaan Jan 2018
You want this to work?

Then show me.


******* jump *****



Let's see how much you really want it
Jan 2018 · 2.1k
Conflict II
Andrew Kerklaan Jan 2018
~

Money alone chips away at sanctioned walls

Porous, your deflection is my bane

I loath the chasm this singularity has instilled between us.

~
Dec 2017 · 850
It Feeds
Andrew Kerklaan Dec 2017
Turns out the joke's on me yet again...
Monsters don't really disappear when the light comes on.
And they don't hide when you shine the light on them either.

No. Instead they rise up. They grow to fill the space that was created by spotlighting them and become ready-


To be the star of a show that you helped to curate.






I thought for certainty that talking to you about my depression would somehow alleviate it in some way...
           
                             but it didn't...

I actually feel more like I'm recessing further since we spoke about this

Like I just let the demons out to run a muck instead of putting them down  to rest.

So instead of hurting me when I'm alone, it happens any time now.
When ever it likes

                               It  feeds



and I feel it eating me...
                                              
                 ­ and I want it to
-
Sep 2017 · 3.7k
My Pain
Andrew Kerklaan Sep 2017
I have suicidal depression--
                                        and no,  I don't want to tell you about it.

I'd rather hide it from you (if I could)
And bury it the way you might do with someone you once loved

Maybe sharing their pain if only just for the moment...

I don't want you to sympathize with me either. It's not that kind of sad I'm afraid..

I need this to hurt me, because if it doesn't I won't learn that it isn't okay to feel this way.

A long and outlasting life will be my punishment for this.  I will die in valour and bury this axe where cessation lies dormant

Never to be shared with you

My sickness fully contained.  I will vanquish this demon inside myself.

I will starve before it feeds. I solemnly swear this exorcism on your behalf.

You will never know

My pain.
Aug 2017 · 443
Slaves For Hire
Andrew Kerklaan Aug 2017
Sell your life for their coins, their papers and their lies    
   
Tell yourself the week is nearly over when climb into bed and die    
   
Sell your soul for a cheque    
   
Your hard earned life    
   
An hour for a couple bucks...    
   
Seems fair right?    
   
Building a pyramid we will never live long enough to rest in    
   
Breaking your back as the working class hero...    
   
This ball and chain keeping me captive to this horror show that only plays repeats of your favorite B-movies    
   
Always ready to be replaced by the next worst season of "Friends"    
   
I am trapped    
   
Bound by that which I am forced to see and taste and touch    
   
Compelled by this meaningless reality to go on existing under the confines of a life built on our forefathers' lives    
   
Selling ourselves to "the man" like blind, impotent and ******* ******    
   
A slave for hire
Aug 2017 · 397
This Place
Andrew Kerklaan Aug 2017
Sometimes I feel like I came to this place for someone else...

I don't think I was ever supposed to be here but my empathy ties me to this place.

I believe that one day I will leave this place...




...Maybe when my disinterest overtakes me or when I finally find that "bottom" part of rock bottom and fall through it to something better

I'm trying to reach somewhere that does not exist in this place

--

My place
.
"One day I will float away"
Jul 2017 · 542
Lift Off
Andrew Kerklaan Jul 2017
I feel at times that my stance is awkward...  

I lean precariously from one foot to the other  
 
Tilting slightly higher as I lean in Pisa's wake  
 
Seemingly uncertain of whether to fall or stand, I rest here for a moment and crane the distance between the ground and me.  
 
Hopeful yet motionless,  star-struck in limbo  
 
Waiting for.a breeze to brush past or even stop and say "Hello"  
 
But I fear that if it did, I might just float away...  
 
Carried on high like dust in the wind  
 
No longer rooted to the ground

I take off!   It's time to go!    (for good this time)  
 
I am finally free.  

I  lift off  without a sound
"One day, I will float away"
Jul 2017 · 347
Wasted
Andrew Kerklaan Jul 2017
It is in this moment of shame that I am most dishonoured

I can physically hear the folds of my clothing rumple as I collapse into the sidewalk of my mind-- skull fragments reverberating off the backs of my teeth and echoing dully in the absence of mind.

Silently and absently, I will expire -- My final call

Again

              
                 and


                               Again


I will die here...
                               Even if only just in a dream
Just because you have depression does not mean it is incurable.
Do something about it. Stretch your limbs, fill your lungs and hug somebody you care about. Find some sun, don't hide inside and I assure you things will actually be just "alright"
Jul 2017 · 270
Cell
Andrew Kerklaan Jul 2017
Do not consider this an extension of myself...

This particular mode of communication is nothing more then a carrier pigeon to me.
Don't expect my immediate or direct attention if we're not face to face... You won't be getting it.
Jul 2017 · 388
Solution Procured
Andrew Kerklaan Jul 2017
A cerebral puddle of hypersensitive learning static
--
I dip into a forbidden fountain once again
--

deeper this time

Exposing the buffoon of our own nature and both dressing it and addressing it.

Taking it apart
Analysis and fragmentation

An obseversationalist's dream!

Expanding the groundwork laid out before me and building an empire with the infinite knowledge I attain

(through means less conventional... To some)

I throw the dice again and again.

I never lose...
just my luck I suppose?

But in reality I could of lost it all that day...

Brain drunk in mindlessness...

Blazed- in a sunset overcoat, my radiator blood stream perspires in a way that I had never seen until now...

Fading in and out of focus

~My safe zone is diminishing~

I can no longer draw you the lines I walked that day.

Alleviating my sickness for a time and
Vexing my temporary cure... I really must be ill
Jul 2017 · 222
Set To Fail
Andrew Kerklaan Jul 2017
I don't think I Can help myself any more...
I'm just hardwired this way

I wish there was more to it but I just keep proving myself wrong. There is no bottom

It just keeps going

Maybe I should toss a stone(r)
                                    Down...
            ­                                       and...
                                                                ­  
                                                              se­e...  
                                                          ­                
                                                ­                        just how...

                                                         ­                             far...

                            ­                                                                 ­     it...

                                                     ­                                                      falls...

Maybe it'll hit rock bottom?
I could be so lucky.
Jul 2017 · 256
Notebook Clips #5
Andrew Kerklaan Jul 2017
I want to walk away

To just walk out

And go so far away that when any of you realise that I'm gone it will already be too late to follow me

No footprints in the snow left to track...

I want to be gone from here-- To be free

Or maybe just.... %$#!!!!

                                      ...Never mind
I don't know how old this is but I wrote it a long time ago. Just thought Id share.
Hope you enjoy.
Jul 2017 · 399
See Through
Andrew Kerklaan Jul 2017
Fading in static,
I vanish from speculation entirely

I am ethereal

I slip through a closed door phantomous -- My driving need absolved

              I am cured (Temporarily)

Dead in my own eyes and abandon in my mind

I pass voicelessly through the terminal - - unrecognised

I am more alive then a lifetime of living

Exuberant; I erupt with silent joy that gushes from my open chest cavity

Evacuating the pavement
                       -
washing away organically
Certain kinds of music put me in a sort of trance. I was just trying to recaptivate the sensation in this piece. I hope you enjoy it.
Jul 2017 · 308
Magic
Andrew Kerklaan Jul 2017
My love is like magic.
If you don't believe in it,
It will not exist
It will not be gone...
                           
It will simply-- Cease to be.
Andrew Kerklaan Jun 2017
I can't even believe how you hate me now. I literally watched and admired you all my adolescent years with nothing but love and respect for you, and now you can't even stand the sight of me.
My crush.

I watched you grow and change, watched you be in love with other men and even waited for a time when I wouldn't be leading you away from a path by which you would be more suitably rewarded.
My love.

But despite all of this,  I still couldn't offer you enough. I "wrecked" everything.
And yet I had never tried so hard to be the best that you could have in all my life
My family.

I failed you. And now also
Myself..

I'm sorry you couldn't understand the love that I had tried so furvently to share with you. I had hoped that things could be better than this.

But alas...

Perhaps you'll hear me now as a passing traveler's blessing...

As I say for the last time: good bye my friend,
"I hope you find you're looking for out there"
I always loved you.
Andrew Kerklaan Jun 2017
The darkness gives way to butterflies and repulsion breaths life into statues of dead dogs...    
    
These horrors must be kept.    
    
Though stitched eyes would bring no release to these lost soldiers    
    
A forest far away burns down and you scream my name    
    
Crying all the while, the mother's child dies    
    
Will I ever be free?    
    
A shadow looms through the window and you reach to the outstretched hand    
    
Will you take his word over the eyes in a painted room?    
    
Faceless words mutter silently in a meaningless language    
    
These premonitions so clear...    
    
Could I simply be slipping out of view once again?    
    
Lost in a dream about a dream    
    
Eyes flutter open    
    
The beating of wings of glass winds

A knife's edge will cut through the night and leave me in silence    
    
Quiet and alone, you will die!    
    
A wealth of burden all his own to eat    
    
Darkness gives way to the dawn and the butterflies take flight though the deliverance of daylight
This poem I wrote in 2011, it's one of the very first I ever wrote. I hope you enjoy it.
Jun 2017 · 667
Prayers
Andrew Kerklaan Jun 2017
Moving with the flow of the motion I can sense the disturbance as it ripples silently across my ceiling

Jaded and effortless

It leaves my sight seeing me farther then my eyes will permit me to.

Observing me
                                            

                ­        -Omnipotently-



Keen eyed. Faceless and brazen.
               It mocks me with open contempt

Daring me to lean out and touch it
Instantly ready to be ripped away

Gratified by my indignity.

Cackling haggishly,

I sense the word ***** cross your lips momentarily before biting your tongue.

I want to wretch but worry it would only deepen your delight...

You enjoy watching me squirm don't you?

                                                   ...Father


Can you hear me now?
                        Calling out to you again...
Sometimes I don't think you can hear my voice. When I'm far away and lost I feel this the most.

...How deeply gratifying
Apr 2017 · 290
Voluntary Target
Andrew Kerklaan Apr 2017
Now's your chance.
SHOOT ME!!!!
I won't look,
*I want you to...
Why am I still writing these?
Mar 2017 · 763
The Extra
Andrew Kerklaan Mar 2017
I am the side character that is killed off before the end of the first act in my life's theatre

-Expendable-

I am the extra.

I die and the show goes on without me

Que the curtain fall
Nov 2016 · 4.5k
Obsession
Andrew Kerklaan Nov 2016
Tirelessly I am searching

Reaching for another answer or something else that makes sense

A self-fulfilling prophecy - I shoot myself in the face

Unavoidable

Desolate and Worthless.

I am the source of my deepest grief

An obsession and fixation that can not be shaken.

I am forsaken

Lost

It is the only path that I choose

My muse - I may never let this go

With me in my dreams forever
"I will be scarred for life"
I'm sorry it came to this
I love you
Please forgive me
**
Jul 2016 · 297
Temp. Agency
Andrew Kerklaan Jul 2016
So here I wait

Waiting for what seemed like ever

In a room just as equally boring and lifeless as the floor design

It was a grey concrete slab... With a tarnished boot-scuff finish

Almost as foreboding as the fifteen or more empty chairs that had surrounded me

The coffee stand adjacent to me is a drunk!

It could barely stand on it's own two feet

"Clearly the obvious choice for human example" I thought to myself

What a surprise that we should me in a place so...  "Quaint?"

I'm simply Gushing with delight--Or maybe boredom

I haven't yet decided

In the corner there was a sailboat, that I had missed at first glance

(Perhaps the most well defined specimen of us all)

Dressed in what must have been the finest craftsmanship!
--Which was duly noted by the sneakers...

That stood awkwardly to the side of it

It seemed as though none of us there truly belonged but just as I had reached waning attention--

NEXT!

My workday had begun
Jul 2016 · 300
Easy Kill-switch
Andrew Kerklaan Jul 2016
A switch small in size that if pushed would instantly and harmlessly end Everything.
No more. No less.

A trigger for your pocket:
That if exposed would eliminate all chance of survival
Bringing existence itself to a stand still

An easy ****-switch
                  Given just for you.


Ready to be used
Apr 2016 · 277
Small Blessings
Andrew Kerklaan Apr 2016
I wish I could of captured the contentment that you showed to me

Or even just still-framed it in my mind...



So I could look back and reflect upon it and see how you used to be contented in me
As I once was contented in you
I Always wanted you to look at me like that...
Apr 2016 · 3.3k
Balloons (10w)
Andrew Kerklaan Apr 2016
Balloons without strings to hold them will always fly away
Celebration seems fruitless when you have no family with which to share it.
Mar 2016 · 398
Uncertainty
Andrew Kerklaan Mar 2016
The worst part about it is I'm still not even 100% certain that this dream will not come to fruition

And it scares me to think that every time it starts to breech the horizon I still wonder if I will see the light of dawn...
Feb 2016 · 479
Unrealistic Expectations
Andrew Kerklaan Feb 2016
Let me taste the smouldering ashes of your regret

I want you to feel me burning this time

Just a whiff just will not cut the mustard this day..

I need to know your sorry but not through your words or your actions

I want it to be sewn to my life ****** so I can show the world how I've been wronged.

I need to stumble this time for real, coughing air too intoxicated to breathe and spit blood I know for certainty could not of been my own.

To paralyse this fear in me and finally have something to call my own




This moment


"I wanted to breathe smoke"
Smoke
Nov 2015 · 379
Worthless Dream
Andrew Kerklaan Nov 2015
...would it be too much to ask that you leave me here?

I need some time alone to reconsider myself...

I want to be reclusive.  Or least to be left alone

I want to keep my saturated infestation inside myself and not allow it to carry on in you.

I need to grow cobwebs in my hair and feel I've become harder then stone.

Need to dehumanise

To slip from grace just one last time and fall from love's watchful eye

With the hopes and dreams that I may float away from here 

 -one day

 and never return
I will never let this go .
it is my resolution


This dream of mine that can only harm.
It is of no worth.
But somehow still...  I need it
Nov 2015 · 886
Dial Tone
Andrew Kerklaan Nov 2015
Don't expect a call this year

Or the next one or even the one that follows...

I'm hanging up

My phone is disconnected


(and I am too)


Good riddance
Sep 2015 · 286
Perception
Andrew Kerklaan Sep 2015
It has little to do with the light that changes our view.
Playing tricks on our eyes is it's surrender.
It gives away it's position to us-- while we stand looking in the wrong direction entirely (almost perpetually)



Dumb-Struck it seems...

Until  we close our eyes (we convince ourselves) "I will struggle", "I can't see", "I won't find love"

But the answer, my friend, I give to you:
Be free.
I will love you.
And you can see anything, if all you want to be is "me"

I reveal to you strength from within.
Now





                                    
           ­                             just





                          ­                                                                 ­  Breathe.
Don't be afraid to be you.
Aug 2015 · 1.6k
Smoke
Andrew Kerklaan Aug 2015
Smokey bubbles-- Trapped behind glass

Filling up the murky water like spherical  clouds of the sea

Bursting in heaven as blissful flatulence

~~~

Lightening my heart, bringing freedom to my womb

Scrawled across my walls

Graffiti inside my heart

~~~

I pull this patience from my well in solitude

Homogenising the cultivated need within to better suit my needs

Breathe deeply and clear

~~~

Resting wickedly -- Passing moments endeared

Acceptance as I pick up my chain...










...But there will always be time to dream, and it will never matter because time does not exist in my dreams
-
Aug 2015 · 304
Sometimes
Andrew Kerklaan Aug 2015
Sometimes...

I don't know where I am

                                                             ­                                       Sometimes...

I laugh until I cry and then laugh some more

 Sometimes...

I wonder when or if I will find new direction

                                                      ­                                                 Sometimes...

I help out a complete stranger for no good reason at all
                                                             ­                                 
Sometimes...

I contemplate how much I value my own life
 
                                                         ­                                             Sometimes...

I make someone else's day significantly better
                                                      ­      
Sometimes...

I don't feel the light inside of myself

                                                         ­                                           Sometimes...

I day dream for what seems like hours on end with absolutely no consequence what so ever
                                                            ­                                  
Sometimes...

I forget important things easily and as a result don't always follow through with what I say and what I do...
                                                           ­                                  Sometimes...

I arrive in the nick of time to save the day
                                                           ­                                 
Sometimes...

I don't show up to somebody's final event and as a result miss the opportunity entirely
                                                        ­                                     Sometimes...

I reach out to people who need it

                                                             ­                               
Sometimes...


I let myself go






But no matter how the time weathers my bones I MUST NOT allow this sickness to entomb my vessel. I was born FREE--a child of the earth and sun. I take flight upon the crest of the dawn and fade ethereally with the passing of dusk.




                                              Sometimes...­








**I Float Away
Do NOT allow depression to take over you.

It's important that you allow yourself to be reached as well as reaching out for yourself. But don't be afraid to let someone else in.
They may just be trying to help...




and
Love thy family
Especially the ones we choose.
Aug 2015 · 609
Silhouette Of A Black Cat
Andrew Kerklaan Aug 2015
She beckons to see me come to her but runs away when she's seen I've done so...
Just mysterious
Jul 2015 · 18.0k
Yellow Hair
Andrew Kerklaan Jul 2015
Some people really fancy yellow hair..

But

        
               I?



                        .  




                           ­          .

                     Could Care Less
May 2015 · 714
"No Offense"
Andrew Kerklaan May 2015
No offense but the way you immediately assume my life is better then yours really bothers me a lot..

And I'm not afraid to speak my mind like some other people...

I'm sorry you took my opinion so personally

But I never meant it as a direct insult on you as a human being...

I was doing my very best to be gentle with your feelings, but your barrage of negativity just wore me down..

I tried to stay positive for both of us but you flipped your lid and wouldn't calm down or listen to reason..

I tried to help you back out of the roadway but what could stop you from doing damage to yourself??

Clearly not my good intentions..

So if you won't forgive me then perhaps you will leave me-- In peace.

Before any real damage ever needs to occur.

I'm not putting up with you just because you acted out like a child.

That's childish.
And I won't condone that.
Apr 2015 · 880
Please, Forgive Me
Andrew Kerklaan Apr 2015
I wish that we could come back to it

The time I knew

Our own



Id give up all the world to see my Aunty coming home.



It's already been two moths or more since last I spoke your name.

I can't recall the time between and to try to seems in vein.

But landmarks on the calendar still remind me just the same



I lost my Aunty a year ago

But someone else now uses her name
My once favorite and always beloved Aunty (whom I will  leave unnamed) had an accident about a year ago in which she hit her head on the ground but since the accident she hasn't been the same...

It's like she lost the love in her life and now all that's left is this shell.
Nobody left behind her staring eyes.

Just this blackness

And the memories of a trapped soul, stuck in a lifeless body...


Please,
Forgive me for not giving more, but this was all I could bear to take.
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