sometimes she is made of blue

Food is tasteless. memories i ask them to fuck of, everyday!

how can I eat oblivion?

Are you ok?

Then she hit me in the face with fist, are you sure you are ok she ask again, i have fallen to the floor, I am no longer ok- ask me of fear and anger. Fear can get you killed anger will make you die alone.

Eyes that used to say so much, speaks no more.

I can feel her Fingers pushing inside me. will I ever feel the light again, she takes her strap and fucks me over and over and she say she is sorry

i hear nothing but the rain, but i am counting moons-

I am. I should be. Numbers of shapes it end in nine.

without using her hand. She is vulnerable in her mind.

You see her in a flash dark black, sometimes she is made of blue

Admin of nine