Living dead

Now smoking is the only thing, I can feel myself interested in. I can feel the pleasure. Pleasure of betrayal perhaps? I don't want any friend to accompany me. Now, I'm betrayed enough to get my things myself. I'm dead on my feet living this lie. My life is a lie. And my existence is... Continue Reading →

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Fearsome

These are birthmarks. This is something I say to everyone who asks me about these scars. And they say that birthmarks don't pain. They're right. My scars pain because they're not birthmarks. Everytime I'm hurt I just let some of the bad blood flow out through one of the scars. They did pain once, But... Continue Reading →

Skedaddled

Today was an exhausting day. After a hard day of converting oxygen to carbon dioxide, I seriously feel tired of everything. I want to sit free with a light music on background. I want to enjoy. And yeah, I won't able to enjoy hungry, so falafels are must. With a coke too, so I won't... Continue Reading →

Time worn

Even on birthday, I'd never asked for anything. But now I want to ask something from you, God, Since I've hardly made any requests. Take me away from this cruel place. Seriously, I'm exhausted being a living dead. I hate every detail of this place. How even am I still alive? I know my words... Continue Reading →

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