itanimulli

I walk around this city and cant find another creature. Not even a cockroach although this town is filthy enough for them. Broken bottles line the streets and stick out of abandoned tires. Any one could find me just follow the bloody footprints. If you did you'd find they lead to the top of a parking garage. The left over booze pools at the bottom floor and the stench rises. On the street to the left is a chalk outline that hasn't erased. That's the rains job but even that is gone too now. Above that is the ledge which is where i am. No one truly followed. No one's there, never is. Damn the unpredictable weather, the wind always dies down her

In the pitchless black it does not simply surround you. It rapes you, and forever it will be apart of you. No matter bright the blue sky is, it remains grey. While night never seems as dark. I'm terrified by the light, because its blinding and conceals the set of arrows cupid prays he never has use. The ones made from the chipped bones of the Reaper. The four walls always seem to get smaller every the your stuck in the closet again. They will crush you, your heart pops like a child's bubble. Where he can always blow more, you will never fully mend. After hours of solitude you either break apart into fragments of people who can bare this

My flesh feels no warmer than that of the dead's. Actually I kind of envy them, no worries, no struggles, just peace. When the temperature is no different outside as in, nothing can chip away the ice. With every joke I grow colder. Unfortunately i have nothing to say but these old stupid jokes that sometimes makes people cry. No amount of rage can warm this shell because despite all those people who I would kill on sight, I still hate myself more. I look at the people who I once found astonishing and see ugly creatures worthy of extinction. Where did the man that saw all life as scared die. I would gladly take his place in the dirt. Hopefully