Age: 28
Joined On: Jul 17, 2006
Two faced mirror reflects an image to familiar. The mangled face begans to cave in. You blindfold yourself from redundant nightmares. The stars are out and shining, so you ask for an autograph. Scribble marks on paper, it could mean anything. Your inner soul has been raped as you stand with no emotion. Falling down or spinning around the image is vague. Light becomes night, fright becomes flight. In spite of hopelessness it all makes sense to no one. Combustion! Is there a cloud of smoke, have I decended into a mess of ashes Will someone be there to properly dispose of my remains I hope someone cares, does anyone care?