I've got a flask inside my pocket; we can share it on the train. If you promise to stay conscious I will try to do the same. What's normal becomes insane.

But me, I'm a single cell on a serpent's tongue. There's a muddy field where the garden was. I'm glad you got away, but I'm still stuck out here.

Ugh

My blog became the thing I hated the most of all. A damn diary.

I'll do my best to remedy said situation.

No Apologies

I stopped writing on this blog a while back.

I thought I could just stop and find other outlets, but I need this.

What I write here is dark and disturbing at times, but it is also a study in human personalities. I stopped because what I wrote bothered those close to me.

So I say this now, out of love. If you don't like what I write, look away, and I beg you all to understand. This is for me, no one else.

I love you.

You may continue. :)

We're Only Ashes

I smell the sulfur so clear
And fire is a beautiful sound
The wings that you burn turn to ashes, my dear
And ashes just fall to the ground