Here lies nothing,
A wretched black void
Ringed with whiskey and herbs
A decaying mindset of delusional defaults,
Of burned out ambitions, Parannoid curage.
The masochist is in the mirror laughing,
I cut myself on the shards.....
At leasr the veins still have red blood,
To stain my existance in a joyous hate,
My curse is my life...
