Skip this tide
February 9, 2009
Im going down. cracking up. Losing self control. Drowning in a pool of BP. The skies, the stars gaze upon my existence as though im some insignificant being wasting the planets oxygen. they haunt me. the celestial bodies as well as the earthly. they haunt me. Forcing me to give up living and lose my red and die.
If thats what the forces want i dont mind sliting my wrists. what i want to kno is what happens to the people i love. Not just my family but the rest of them. friends and sharker alike.
Im not suicidal.. I just seem to know the will of god.
He wants to test my vigilance i guess.
starlight blazes my face, touches my hands hoping, i guess, to burn them with its energy.. if thats whats wanted, i might as well pull out my heart and die…
