• It’s a short way to get to hell and it’s only a cut away from the mistakes that

    cant be undone. It’s a fiction life that is being led and one fall to bring me back

    to reality. Meat and bones, the early morning of aching of my back and the

    sunrise burning my eyes as i arise into a sheet of despair in my mind as i

    brush my teeth, walk down the hall, stare at the nothingness of thin air.




    It is far from my reach this mystery that will never be solved. I can't seem to

    see in the dark, why am i so blind? Why are you so blind? Morning turns to

    afternoon and that, turns into night... as the sun illuminates the sky with

    orange red light... the sun itself... is red.... the blood dripping, dripping,

    dripping, dripping, dripping, dripping...... Am I so blind now, as I lay

    eavesdropping into the stone walls of this crypt? As I am now harvested by

    the great full germinating creatures as they penetrate my cold skin. Am I so

    blind now? I have only one choice but to pretend I’m alive.... to wake up... and

    smell.... my rotting dead corpse... its not fake.... its real... and filled with

    boisterous noises of worms eating away my insides, so many.... so many... so

    many, so many, so many, so many! I can't shake them off!





    Wake up and smell the corpses, wake up..... if this was only just a bunch of

    words.... if this only was just another fantasy.... its a hell. Prolific germinating

    body swelling in its own petrifying rot of liquids spilled from within the body.

    Un-bleeding body, Stolen heart. Wake up... wake up... wake up... wake

    up...wake up? wake up... wake up... wake up... wake up... wake up... WAKE

    UP!