Dark and deep
Shimmering like night...

As I sit here typing
Sitting on my bed...

When we die our blood stops,
And our skin gets white and cold...

No one would ever understand,
Who she was or what she thought...

So silent am I,
The words I choose not to speak...

I am alone.
I feel nothing...

I do what I can
I can what I do...

I am me
But this...

He asked
Why do you do this...

Mind over feeling
Hurt over healing...

Twenty four hours in a day,
No sleep, no rest, just today...

Its almost midnight and we're walking towards the...
Now its dark as hell so we can barely see...