September 26, 2011 9:57 pm

My days are short my time is gone. Time and time again I let you tell me what to do, but not anymore. My secrets are my secrets, and my dreams are my dreams. I do what ever I feel is right. I do the things that most find strange and not the normal way of doing things. I let the days go by slowly, and take in the sweet smell of dew drops in the morning. Walking slowly to my death. Slowly to my end. I can see how too let my feelings and my life just flow out of me and into a black inky abbas. I see all my emotions and all my fears wash away to reveal just an empty shell with nothing but a cold evil chill to stir up an empty corpse.
~Kat