• Dear Diary,

    As i wait for the sweet embrace of death
    I take the needle one last time full of meth
    Into the river of crimson down it flows
    From the depth in which my sickness grows
    Isolated
    Lonesome
    Depressed
    Desolate
    Popular
    I wait for the scars to open once more
    Making me wonder when the rain with pour
    The sun shall set on this horrific day
    To be blanketed with night time where i can sail away
    Downfall
    Ruination
    Extinction
    Annihilation
    Success

    .....i feel like tacos