im so depressed.

even the wonderful confines of the world of Lego no longer can calm my stormy seas.

the refreshing smell of autumn makes me ill straight to my desire to hate.

quiet sounds down the street set my stomach alight.

sitting in my darkroom of insanity.

curtains torn, food manifested with rat, walls with shades of black and red.

radio buzzing, baggy eyes staring through the ceiling.

the ceiling as empty as my heart and mind.

waiting to be acquainted with Death.

im so depressed.

lets crush lots of butterflies.