The ground ( Read more... )

Who am I?And who am I but the lonely road that I stand on, the fine line that I walk between death and insanity. The winding, weaving trail cluttered with the remains of everything that I've ever asked for, and the only thing I've ever wanted. Long before I ever asked myself why, I knew the answer. You spoke to me and told me your name and I ( Read more... )

Since everyone I used to know who used this is gone, maybe someone new will read this. I'm fucking out of my mind right now.

Mescaline DreamsThe whisper of a soft wind is all I hear, deep within my mind, blinding my senses. My eyes wide, screening for the threat that lurks beyond me. I turn and see nothing as my vision blurs, the sun burns ( Read more... )

This is the beginning of the end.