I think I can paint this world for you now. From decadence and disorderly life to death and blank slates. Something I own, expressed dearfully to you as if I have always owned it. Perhaps remembered by no one in the end, but for now, maybe even just a glimpse of light from the murk and more, just to prove it can exist. even if it fades within the hour.

Sincerly,
       Rosier.

Dear Death,

Continue to assault me with everything you can, please just let me suffer just a little more. 


Is there anyone that will admit they are happy with their pity? I love this. Please keep me alive so I can dream about killing myself, knowing well death will sneak the pleasure away from me. 


So disgusted am I of my flesh I will eat it. 


No heaven so pure as one sung by who' knows he cannot reach it. 


May my heart beat backwards there is no salvation in this world. 


Death has no house but let me come home to you


Sad