the TWELFTH of SEPTEMBER, TWO THOUSAND and TWENTY.

i must be half dead already, inhuman.
my veins pump blue around my body and i'm stone fucking cold.
i crave for blood and tragedy,
something to fill this fucking void. make me alive.
evil. i must be evil.
nothingness, boredom and exhaustion. all i can feel.
i'm stuck in this stifling cage of emptiness.
how can i feel so suffocated yet so aimless, so empty?

take me back!