I want to die with every sound quantified in my ear drums...

i've made a mind to save the most troublesome victories for last.

and if I'm dead, come see them in my skin.

please have them completed.

 

if given to dreams i hvae become.

then depend on my dreams to curse their souls.

i'll swear i'll have them bleeding words if nothing else.

so madness must be my tool?

so be it.

charlie.

 

horizons, in such condescension upon the sky,

will you not relenquish me to stand upon your hands?

if ever my need becompleted i say you a promise of debt.

just to let me stand and wring one neck.

then take me...

charlie.

 

dearest, dearest, please do not pretend.

i cannot save you soul.

give me one reason to breathe again.

i cannot take this home.