2004-12-10 -- 11:29 p.m. Dream ahead. Bring me still under the sky. The moon so timidly glowing, Dawn underneath my stealth lit hands, Shadow my soulless grin. Only under my May grown, Girth find I so lonely spent, Holding you still and down and with me. Unless of course you would rather, Be downed, dead and flouting, With so many, many hazy, Gray smokes. I would rather have you down and with me. I’d rather take his most valid proof, Of life, I’d rather have his breath stopped. Halted with a slick and slippery, Knife, I’ll hold him down. Grabbed, my hand so hollow held, Its black and beating romance, Forced upon the couch, With three or four inside her . Watch me rip your eye’s, And blood splatter my, And flow so freely across my timeless escape. Is it sin, unholy, illegal to enjoy such, Brutal warfare? Is it so wrong to right the worst deed, In blood that is your own? Will death truly be your salvation from me? Repent… for sins undone before, for everything, Hence fourth. Your life… useless as your breath. Ever breath you spent, Lost with every hit you take. Every word you make, Undone your lifeless shell. I have come to collect. My hollow hands, and, So much girth. I will repent… for you, So you can live again.