7.16.2007

the few hour fall isnt long enough.

"i am a constant wreck, death is soothing."
this is the highest point i've fallen from and i got myself here.
with my arms folded and tied, mouth sewn shut,
no calls for help, i'm fucked.
all that is left of me...
will be a memory of what heart is.


bring in my brightened heart, to all.
give them my brightened heart, for all.