The floor is hard,
I'm sinking into it...

~This World,
a World of no escape...

Please listen to me Father,
before I go to sleep...

I am not here,
I am walking in an abyss of my own mistakes...

What am I doing here?
Making everybody else's life harder...

How can so many people want me to live,
when indeed myself, I want to die...

I feel like a weed in the garden of Eden.
A spider in the home of God...

Excluded, what a word.
One in which appears to re-occur in my life...

I feel sick.
Not an illness of well-being health...

*Written about a tarot card called Death, card...
A slithered moon...

Surrender.
And breathe on the hope for those who do not...

This creeping illness has it over me.
I'm pretty damn close to a symphony...