Jan 14
See the reaper creeping as my blood is seeping. Sleeping deeper through the night so I can face my demons. My weakness seems to be that I cannot stop breathing. Death keeps cheating on my life but on my sould he's feeding. Leaning to the fleeting of an endless dream. Screaming and needing yelling and pleading that things ain't as they seem. In the cut sneaking and tweaking because I can't stop seeking, this pain this torture of horror that I'm always conceiving.