Written by Damien and Rei
merciful acts in a battle with forces of misery
I am going to just write and see what happens
I stab at my chest, in grave unrest, not with needles or knife but with address
a dress of grave site undressed by a dress. I am not stressed, or un-rested. I am just disconnected but I am fine. I am fine I am mine. I am connected to nothing. You cannot touch me. I am floating. I am nothing
Forever away, forever away.
Get the **** away from me
starry night of stabbing madness. I am touching everything and nothing
and I can’t spell anything right write write right
My hands don’t work. I have no clear thoughts
addict to pain
I am darkness
I am light
I am schizophrenic after thought of bite
I hate myself I hate you.
I am the moon.