Don't Let The Wicked City

Dying Is An Art, Like Everything Else. I Do It Exceptionally Well.

I Am Dead To Them, Even Though I Once Flowered.

I Suppose I'll Always Be Over-vulnerable, Slightly Paranoid.

Before I Give My Body, I Must Give My Thoughts, My Mind, My Dreams.

See, The Darkness Is Leaking From The Cracks. I Cannot Contain It. I Cannot Contain My Life.