Dead Cell ...

[aresmorsangelus]

I made myself sick by turning my fan on medium and following the blades with my eyes.
I was lying on my bed, staring at my covered ceiling, and listening to death music.

Her nails, spiriling down my face, scarring my flesh.
Blood.
Blood all over my hands.
My eyes are feeling tight.
My mind is racing.
Too many drugs.
Too many drugs.
I just want to be heard.
Loud and clear are my words, but no one is looking up.
I am invisable.
No one can see me.
No one ever has.

It's in our nature to detroy ourselves.
It's in out nature to kill ourselves.
It's in our nature to kill each other.
It's in our nature to kill kill kill!!!!

Again and again ...

My hair is falling out, my skin is turning white, my eyes are stressing to see, my fingers are numb, my legs are heavy, kill kill kill kill kill
it's in our nature to kill ...

remember me when I am dead.
remember me however you want, but remember me.
there are no tales to tell of me, no stories, and no memeories, but just remember me as "that girl".
I am dying.
I have been dying for a long time.
I'm getting weaker and weaker with each passing day ...
i must go lye down and try to keep myself from being sick ...
excuse me ...