Why must i be lost among all of these words. remembering my past as if it had just gone by me.
leaving me stranded, lost and demented. My words burn, holes in my head leaving me useless.
But I wont stop, scribbling these letters, forming my poison. Feeding my self all of these lies.
I can't live like this much longer. I'm just waiting for the world to give way under my feet.
so i can give up all that I am and become one with the page.
Lost and demented, scorched by the words I create.