write inside the diary of shame

Smoke the daily cigarettes

Behold the cancer inside my lungs...

The drag of the cigarette smells like death...

The anchor is the metaphor....


Because I'm falling deep inside the void....

A peaceful place...

Just like a warm fire in the middle of November...

Losing track of reality
The silence....

Of the neon green of the darkness blinds my vision....

Wondering in the dark

Stumbling closer and closer to my grave...

Count the bottles inside my liquor cabinet...

It's random...

Just like death cuz I can die in plain sight....

A joke everyone laughs

A man hidden behind a mass chilling with the crows....

It smells like murder in the air

So many different disguises just behind the scars Of a face with no expression...

Just like slender Man a myth but sometimes true...


So many perfect hypocrites...


They will tell you anything to keep you satisfied

To get close enough to drill the dagger inside your back....

Then you bleed out...

Close your eyes and drift away to a peaceful place ...

A pit filled with bones...


I remember that place...


I stayed there to find myself once again you're right my dear anchor you are better off alone take my advice...

Lord lovel....
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