Like an earthquake racing through the fault line. Silent stalkers creep. Ardor of a tangible delusion skewing what remains as real. . A sinister and unexpected raid infiltrates like a thief unheard.
I'm at the end of my noose. I've got nothing to lose. I'm digging my own grave. And thats the truth. . My self esteem is low and I'm so high. And I don't give a fuck if I live or die.