yes...just i case you're wondering, I killed myself in this poem...crazy as it may seem, it's a wonderful feeling when you can do that in a "positive" way and share it with people
through shallow mire, coarse thread is pulled stretched far across barren lands until the green veil can cover the earth, when it can watch the clouds weep
Come cradle my head, it is shattered, it is bleeding an outpouring of dreams the taste of ruin is in my mouth dying in these shallow waters crying ashen tears, staining my face