the_past
luck is green
i've
lost
my
words
.
i've
lost
my
desire
.
i
havn't
lost
hope
,
though
.
yet
.
the
first
death
was
my
trust
(losing_it)
morning
came
(incoming)
its
death
was
that
of
my
creativity
(mortuary)
everything
was
allright
for
a
while
(blue_aura)
i
thought
i
might
be
reborn
in
a
beautiful
sunset
(reawaken)
but
the
metaphors
mismatched
with
its
death
went
my
desire
(writhes)
the
path
cleared
up
,
and
became
monotonous (roratorio)
and
i
learned
the
secrets
of
stagnation
(
satisfaction
, unmoving)
i
go
underneath
.
disappear
from
view
.
my
life
encompassed (152)
and
,
in
being
encompassed,
died
my
dreams
.
010711
...
daxle
thinking
backwards
hurts
my
mind's
neck
020922
...
silentbob
fuck
the
past
020922
...
belly fire
I
feel
like
there
are
nothing
but
regrets
. Weigh
me
by
my
conscience
.
020922
...
fallen
has
a
funny
way
of
rearing
it's
head
at
the
most
awkward
times
020922
...
Sonya
It
is
a
tome laced
with
blood
covered
pages
.
The
cover
is
covered
with
thorns
and
there
is
even
a
disclaimer
page
warning
the
reader
to
stay
the
fuck
back
and
not
read
any
further
.
It's
not
just
a
horror
story
...
it's
a
bloody
tragedy
filled
with
anguished screams
and
cries...filled
with
desolate,
dripping
misery
.
Sadly
the
darkness
overshadows
the
light
in
this
novel.
It's
difficult
to
see
the
few
paragraphs
of
happiness
once
you
get
to
page
...oh
let's
say
107
out
of
200.
is
breaking
in
two
.
050713
...
APRicochetMVP
while
i'm
not
proud
of
some
of
the
things
i've
done
,
i
have
no
regrets
.
050714
...
raze
the
past
feeds
the
present
.
cut
away
the
fat
.
bite
down
to
the
bone
.
swish
that
pain
around
like
an
oil
that
won't
be
swallowed,
blinking
back
tears
.
and
where
are
you
now
?
130203
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from
