• Blackend is my heart, my blood it no longer runs it oozes through my body, every sickening thump of my reched heart reminds me that Im human, that I bleed, that I hurt. Sorrow is true pain. Each breath I take, I hate. Breathing in this poison, burning my chest along with my soul, setting my lungs aflame. Disgusted by what I see, my eyes keep hold my memories, burning images in my mind, each blink does this, one gruesome snap shot at a time. Take away all my scenses,let me forget,make me dull, rip away my sorrow, so i can know i'll still be here tomarrow.