Something like an eternity, I suppose.

11 years aside, I can't help confiding in you of the myriad of tears and fears that I've felt. I'm reminded of the times when that gaze of your eyes in these old stills tore my heart asunder, now I find solace in that haunting smile.

I was destined to be a shattered remnant of a time we were both supposed to forget, but I guess I was wrong...

I've taken plunges into the abyss, but I've never scratched the surface. Isn't this the thrill of a meaningless existence?

You wiped away my tears and kissed me in my sleep. But as I woke up in my empty bed, I found that you disappeared with but a trace of your scent still lingering in the air.

Brown skinned recluse, but you don't want to be drunk off my poison. My obsession is to sink these vampire fangs so deep as I creep through the furthest corners of your mind. Entwine you in the endlessness of my mind's innermost web.

I fail to see the beauty in the blue skies and green trees. Something deep inside is horribly wrong with me.

Your sharp words were so ablative to my aching spirit. And I hate admitting that drowning in alcohol is my personal ablution.

Demons creepin, but I'm the only one rollin with the heathens. Flesh pit misanthropic tendencies, beings so offensive to life itself, fuck yo health. Apathy is my closest ally when the vigor spills from the open holes from these broken soles. Soulless as my hands encompass the soiled footholds. Its so fuckin cold.