As I Disappear

In the endless blurry in this allure inattentive that I accept that the cats purely contemplate and the impossibility of my healing and to wait...
If I go as the spring came, I felt hope again for a "new, out of the darkness is due, and that I was to light the shadow, a Hello just outside heartbeat.
Me Away, however, fantasies and desires are gone.
I tried to keep, but no desire to stay with me my wrist slit.
Have you ever thought what's next? Like every time you try to your self threw your return? And spit? And I have and tried to be alive, but the time has come, and I knew that to be true.
If an end despite my beggars in the endless blurry in this inattentive allure success I cats and Fur contemplate suck that I have not bad...
And wait for him when I disappear.
In the evening mysticism, the freezing nights still pleasurable clock every morning when I came back from the dead, the advent of night sleep Hunter blood.
Autumn is the autumn fell on us, and that the days went.
I looked inside.
My friends held hands as we skip fate that we moved.
As the clock winded, as well as I.
I hope before, hello.
I thought the man was back boogie, and nobody can care.
That my blood started to boil, as my desire to end my life to end my pain but I kept on fighting, suffered by the hopelessly beautiful nights.
Miss the Northern Lights Because I was too busy to drown in my tears.
Halloween is a sacred aniline advance, that the hope, but slipped into chaos.
I have the impression dive inconsistent... you get the cold.....
I have the impression dive cut itself ... and I am tired...
In the endless blur in this inattentive allure Wednesday as Memories This time, I would like for like every time I’ll wait... as I did disappear.
Sleep consumes, I feel so fucking deaf, I cannot even breathe, don `t believe that the blood, as it cuts! Not believe my body as it roots.
I believe that I am beaten, unless that what I thought.
But his soul, my harlot of this Carnivore purchased.
Trigger for me a bear tricking me a case of torture.
Coldest days are the night’s can I’ve known, and the nights are dark clothing, it would I’ve worn out.
I’d give my life to get warm.
but the summer is done... and I am torn into the infinite blur In this inattentive allure memories are now dreams I believe in me the darkness of sleep schemes another season, I'm dying as I disappear.