Friday, August 20, 2004
PiCtUrE tHIS!
You’re dead
It’s dark
Can’t move, can’t see
It’s moist, there’s pain
Six-feet under, can’t reach
What are you waiting for?
When?
Who?
Arghh..but no one hears you!


wHEn EmPtineSS cREEpS iN,WhEn tHe pAIN aND aGONy Is Too MUch TO hANdLe, wHen EvEryThiNg SeeMS dARk ANd Cold, WhEn ThinGS sEEms HoPeLESs, I wONdEreD, iS tHIS dEATh?