such a long time to say nothing.

perhaps i will post soon

Perhaps I don't say enough anymore. Perhaps there is nothing else to say.

Perhaps it all goes without saying.

Snowfall, reminds me of of life, beginning to end. So fragile, so weak, so easily destroyed.

Falls from the sky to its undeniable end.

So easily will it all be over, everyone killing each other and getting away with it.

Life never was fair. I welcome my end with open arms and a warm embrace. It will be quick and meaningless, just like everyone else.

It will be most enjoyable.

Damn I'm tired of stupid peple corrupting their minds with garbage.

There was a time when being like us was looked down upon, now everyone fucking does it. There was a time when ignorance was bliss, now its just fucking insulting. Nobody is themself anymore, they just act like what they are told. It is pathetic.

R.K. Post once said, "Your an individual, just like everyone else."

The numbing silence is pounding in my head. I twitch and turn like a marionette puppet tangled around the fingers of the puppeteer. My body aches. I can't take the strains of this silence anymore. Its too fucking quiet.

People have changed while I was away in the catacombs of my own mind.

So many fake people have come crawling out of the woodwork, pretending to be what they are not.

So few have stayed the same, for better or worse.

I shake and move restlessly inside of my tomb, scratching, clawing, looking for some way back into the memories of happiness i once held.

They are gone, only the emptiness stays to feed the pain.

I am fully awake again, out of the subterranean relm of my own unconciencness, awaiting the rebirth of more.

come and see the beginning of the end.