gonner

haven't written anything in a while; have been having some rough times again and an immense amount of writers block. These are just some words I managed to string together after another tough night.

I'm self destructive when I carve stories on my legs.

Just a violent, selfish machine running strictly on no sleep.

My world is burning down around me like a house soaked in kerosene.

Yet I'll go on and manage to conceal each and every scream.

I could say winter wasn't my month but then again neither was summer, spring, or fall.