Greetings from this open metal coffin smack dab in the middle of this building. There are only four of us in here,including me. I dont like the way they are looking at me...I went to visit grandma on the sixth floor. They are looking at me,one is smiling. A middle aged guy with tattoos of eyes on his arms...A woman as plain as whole wheat grain watches me with just a blank stare...the other girl seems to be fiddling with something...im scared mom...I dont mind their faces...Its just their glassy eyes...They dont look real...Grandma had the same eyes too. She looks well but seems sick...I dont like it in here...The music is even bothering me. A musak version of "Teenagers" by M.C.R. I dont like it in here...Mom remember the time when I ran away from home? I regret hurting you like that you know I love you. I dont like it in here. Please dont forget to-
 Vendetta Tonshi · Sun Oct 24, 2010 @ 05:20pm · 0 Comments |
