10th march 2004

as i put pen to paper, this pen bleeds black.
in a deafening silence it screams my worries, my confessions and all that i lack.
i have given up. i choose the lesser of life now.
humbled no more by the mercy of God, my joy is the end of all sorrow, with a heavy head i bow.

my hands slither and tremble to have this decree done before i disappear.
yet i find such beauty as my tears soak the very words i scarred on this paper.
theses lines on my hands, are like my little medals, my trophy.
for the birth of every single on of them, puts me on a plain of ecstacy.

as ivory hearts bleed crimson blood, i pray not to God , but to you.
never give up lie i did.

the 14th storey has quite a view....