I drip from the darkness that once was
And now there is only that light to guide the lost soul of this capsul.
i do not hink i do not hear i only walk
an endless trail that will only take to what needs to be done
i do not expect any one to understand. but sipmly to see me for who i am and realize once im gone that i will not have left any lasting impressions on the world.


In this world there is no good, no love, just untrusting hatered towards those we care about. im may not have gone to the far corners of this world and i may be only 17, but i know this. There is no simpithy among humanity.

I dont want anyone to worry cause i made this a long time ago

The Cure

The Feeling of pressure is to hard to bare
So we grow weak and say "its not fair"
We start to drink and experiment with our bodies
But in the end the solution becomes the problem

Though the felling is brief we wish it would last
But it consumes us, only showing what they thought
We cry, whimper, and strain to recover
But we died under the cover.