Something I wrote a couple weeks ago or something and I just found: ~Every breath another stab in the chest A competition to see who can murder themselves the best And I want to win so bad it makes me bleed Inside and out, underneath and through the seams This is over rated and a waste of blank stares upon faded faces, with shimmering grey hair The veins still pulsing yet the heart wont beat an electrified death a gorgeous defeat~ I tried making this cool drawing I did into a painting last night..wasnt as cool as I had hoped, I was dissapointed. Its better as a drawing. well thats about it I suppose I should probably put some clothes on.... until next time