Something picture perfect. Something cracking. Stress facture weeping
Fading picture graying image visage clutching holding keeping. Something evil. Something pure
This compulsion will be the very thing that kills me
Keep in mind the hours I keep. Six feet for sure every night. Two hours at best - if you'd call it "best"
My mind racing. My feet pacing. Leave me be. Stop tormenting me. I'm comming down
Something picture perfect. Something cracking. I'm comming down