1/8/12

I was at the lake,

and I was fishin',

then I realized somethin is missin'.

so I started to take,

a look across the sea,

wondering what I would see,

and what I saw was a mass on the road,

and from that my mind grew cold,

and the old me deceased, 

and an unknown to me increased,

and grew the wings,

of 10000 dead kings,

and everything grew black,

and all from me they could subtract,

I wish this person would die,

and the old me come back from the sky,

but until I get rid of him,

this is what became of them,

and for help he does not know how to ask,

so he kills his time drinking his flask,

he knows this only,

as he dies slowly,

he dies slowly.

-letter from the living dead to the living me