broken spirits swarm the room looking for solace in their own wretchedness
and here i seem to join them, amused in my own sorrow. borrowing the strength
of these shadowless souls i mourn my own lose today. and as i wait to perish from
my own misfortunes, i feel the misery regurgitate inside me. Perhaps im stranded
in limbo and havent realized it yet. Because my surroundings seem filled with
emptyness, the same emptyness thats decomposed my arm leaving me handicapped,
unable to hold on to the rope thats been set for me to climb.
And it always ends the same way.
>i'll see you falling