I feel horribly dirty right now. I'm so full of everything that I hate, everything that I live to get away from. I need freedom from my desire, freedom from myself.


I will not remain trapped in this body for much longer. Soon it will be gone, soon my skin will be shed. I will be reborn.



Passion is a tricky word,
Rather crude, mostly absurd.
Attributed to devotion to a spirit filled with rage,
Rattling you around like a beast in a cage.

He took my soul,
But most importantly my body.
And as it unfolds,
the wound grows from where he shot me.

My friends, my family, my love bleeds away
I am air, I am mass, I am wasted space.