Thursday, Sept. 26, 2002/4:19 pm

i think i'm dying

I can't bear to look in the mirror, my eyes are glazed with a black stain which won't lift. Staring at the same four walls. Blank inside, but everything's spinning around me. I no longer feel the ground underneath my feet, the glistening footprints i left have been wiped away. Voices are distant muffles, overpowered by the numbing tone of despair. The sky is burning, flames flicker at my ankles and burn into my skin. Chains that pull around my wrists bind me to this life, the only light i see is red.