Day 1

Like a child born from the hollow heart of a lost soul. Lost in oblivion, the null thoughts of dying next to a corpse fills his mind. The spiders are crawling through his flesh and bones looking for homage. Depressing is the thought of her old perfume, her smell still lingers on his bedsheets. Her soft hair still attached to the brush she left by the dresser. I absolutely loathe this feeling of loneliness. The morose setting has brought me into the deepest depths of the endless, downward spiral. A lost ... in the form of a letter. The letter G repeats in his head as the tears flow down his cheeks, the painful words constantly running through his mind. Can I live with this any longer or do I have to let it all go? One last chance of survival all lost to i before e except after... I am weak dying inside by the second, this feeling of hurt is eating away at my very core. Maggots devour my heart, body, and soul. Oh, my ..., the song repeatedly said as I wept among the spirits of lost ... My only wish is to turn back time to the day we met. I'll tell you " I ... you" and walk away. I feel like an empty shell of apathy in an environment of mixed emotions. I fill my hollow heart with cheap knock offs of the real thing. Love.