Dec 18, 2004 12:07
I've died in this bag of flesh. Im gone, no one can help me now.
I've murdered the kindest soul I've ever known and now I'm dead.
Don't talk, don't speak. I can't hear you anyways.
Blinding every sense I've got, your message won't get thru.
I'm a bad person, everyone knows that. I need to die fast, before anything else happens.
I'm growing old, and younger inside and out, at an amazing speed.
All of my wisdom leaves me, and all of my childish characteristics that have long since shown reappear
I'm an oddity, and no ones to blame, but me.
I've dug myself a hole. I don't want help from anyone.
Get away from me, all of you. I'm tired and want to be alone.
Leave me be.
Theres no helping me now.