not trying to be poetic or anything, but i actually feel so restless i could fly. like fly off to some place where there is life, and there is struggle and my heart beats for a reasons, fuck i WANT that. we here have our necks too down deep in the darkness we can’t see we dont even want anything anymore. lay down and wait to fucking die. i want so much and most of all to be respected and acknowledged and there are such places for me. only the most tragic thing about it is that i’m here, and i’ve been here for too long now. city of the dead.