Wednesday, January 7, 2009
080109 | Against me Lady Demeter
My skin is dry. As dry as my cold feet. I'm running ill again for the 3rd time within 2 months. Mentally have i collapse. I've been inhaling to much tar and nicotine. I cant seem to breath naturally. She has discarded me from her life and i've been ignored like a stranger who just tries hard to whisper out a pleasent wish. Why? i cant scarcely come out with any assumptions as it is as dreadful to do so. I'm dry on ideas and i'm sinking in a drama. I created a scenario which i myself seems to be confused enough.
Have i hurt you enough mother of all nature? Bore me to death o wise lady demeter. Tell me the exciting stories as well as the one you had me on to.