How can i do this? The nights roll on.... the sun seems to never rise, the raze burst between the cracks of my curtains. The gleam brands a spot in my sight. Char of what was left withers my heart. The eternal rest crowds beneath my floor boars of my bed. Darkness takes captive of the only luminous glow of my soul. My vamoose spirit erases the smile upon my face. I don't have my identity any more, I am only a figure of my imagination. I don't deserve to
survive on this lonely star. In this time we all are afraid of dieing we try and try to deify life and youth, but i seem to be the only one with the thought of wanting death. MY scares will never leave but what is going to leave is this cast gloom of you. BUT will I leave with it?