Fake ink

Another word written across my arm.
i watch it slowly seep through the false fabric.
that is so called life .

a million memories pass.
but still are slowly sowed in are mind.
we are here on a mission. to die.

we all walk every step.
we see every thing.
as the ink slowly taints are skin.

the multi colored ink
runs through are veins.
befouling are mind.
taking over are soul.

the tips of are body grow numb.
as i slowly grow hallow.
as i slit the fabric.
and release the ink.

the authority already
mind washed.
walking as if they had a point to live.

hated lives with in them
and every one near.
death will soon come.

the last drop of in ink hits the Flore.
we all fall limp.
the world is over. we are dead.