rip these skins glued upon my pale, paled w r i s t s lined with trains of dried-up closed self- inflicted w o u n d s and smother me in air of pretty p h r a s e s that depict life and t r a g e d y
If I choose to be awake during the early hours of dawn it is only so I can stand before the morning sun feel the warmth and light run through my veins awaking me internally and to remind me how wonderful it is to be alive