treetrunk

I have spoken; I have died.

I have lost my soul.

Life is a parady of its own misfortune.

I have only recently awakened to find I have done nothing but nurse a corpse.

I should now be silent, lest I wake the dead.

My feet are stone and and will not walk.

The darkness likes fresh victoms, the Vampires must be appeased.

Faithless mother tongue:
You have robbed me,
Stolen the blood from my veins
to satisfy your own selfish dark desires
from which you draw your power.

Do not make me speak, my throat is sore and dry.

Do not make me stand here in waking death.

Let me sleep, let me rest, let me slip away forgotten and not possessed by your demons.

Let me dream a little happiness, let me taste just a little sweetness, let me be content, let me...

I am not a prisoner; there are no chains.

I should like to continue this discussion, but I fear the end has come.

I have lost my pen.

thank god

I like, "I have only recently awakened to find I have done nothing but nurse a corpse."

Actually, I didn't lose the pen, it ran out of ink. I tried to buy a new one yesterday, but I spent all my money on subway tickets...

consider papermate pens.

DO NOT GO NEAR THAT PEN UNTIL YOU GET OVER THE FUNK.

oh it'll be okay.

Can I take this moment to give a deep, heartfelt LoL!

😛

Why do I feel you're a kindred spirit of Alannis Morrisette, only unpaid?

Or that I'd wish to have a pad and pencil in your presence, jotting down the things you'd say?

lol, I love alannis Morrisette!

she's cool