I see Black skies and white lies I'd rather be. Dead filling my head with different enemies. Thoughts consuming me. Fueling my insecurities. (As the ground right under me). Crumbles if it wasn't there. It's too much. My hearts crushed. I'm not alive. I won't allow myself happiness because it's all lies. I've seen the pain. I run away so many times. Death and I are companions. He's here at all times. I won't love. Won't trust. I won't die. I can't feel but managed to steal your heart love. It's dirt poor and I fuck whores who want love. It seems that anything offered can be enough but. It's time. Body falls so I don't know who to call at all. And my heart can't take on my broken soul. I'm so fucking numb. My life has succumb to hate Trinidad. Alone in the snow