We do NOT have life... we have death...

all of us eventually die... NO ONE lives for ever...

it is a cycle of death... AND I LOVE IT!

death owns my life... i see dead people all around me...

I see Tim...

he follows me...

he is dead...

I see Sally...

she is dead...

she follows me...

I see me... 

but do i really?

Do i really see me?

Am i a ghost?

No one sees me... 

i look in the mirror...

I DONT SEE ME!

I am invisible...

i am dead...

INSIDE!

I got hit by a pencil today... 

as that sharp object hit my arm

i thought to myself...

Is this the end... ?

am i going to die now...?

is my life over...?

i felt faint...

weak...

afraid...

and i loved it.

Star. 

she darkens up my day... it is a powerful darkness  that takes over me when i see her... this makes me happy inside...