i haven't written a word (poetically) in around two years (i think). i haven't posted in S&L for about the same amount of time. + i haven't proof read (sorry) so excuse the spelling mistakes.

just like a bloodline,
i am the disease.
shrouded beneath circumstance;
i'm fucking dieing.

each breathe is a cloud
in the london skyline,
more carbon monoxide
running through the pipes.

beep... after... beep...

no hands offer the hope,
no light to end the tunnel.
this is what i wanted.
the end now is abrupt.
Quote by Jaret Reddick
wake me up when september ends makes me cry evry time!

emos forever