My body's broken. No words are spoken. Am i finally at the end?. This conflagration is my contagion. Pulls me down yet again. Maybe life is nothing more than a curse inside the blessed. I will fight this bloody war with every strangled breath. I'm on my own… i'm on my own. I don't need a conscience/ i don't need to feel. I don't need these weary eyes to tell me what i know is real. I don't need anybody to tell me who i am. Blame it on a broken heart- i've fallen apart again