Sleep
Wednesday, July 13th, 2011
To feel a bleeding soul; Agony of the mind
The bliss of torment echoes through my brain
Such waste; A loss of will
Echoes through lost time
I curse life, for which I hunger
I curse life, from which I am bereaved
I curse the chill of life
And welcome the warmth of death
Cancel this state, enter dimension shapeless
Feeling,...





























































