• The pictures which you hold so deer
    always seem to be the first to disappear.

    Cleansing the soul from within
    requires to let the light in.
    The sunlight is a pure gift
    For the darkness never lifts.
    Going Insane
    Un dyeing pain.
    I bleed black and white
    always out of sight.
    I fear I'm un existent.

    First you die, then you have to realize
    Your still in the land in the living, but your no longer one of thee alive.

    Waste my time
    trying to figure out why.
    I see no bright light
    Nor do others see me in delight.
    Always playing the same
    creepy insane game.
    Why do others
    don't see me as another?
    I fear I'm not actually here.

    Figuring it out is always hard, because you feel horrible and not altogether
    But you have to move on, holding onto your nonexistent self, and pulling through the cold, un-dead weather


    ninja