The fear of all things.

Do anything so as not to be in the right time at the right moment.
What happens if all works out okay?
Sadness being the drug of choice of my artistic creations.
Rip the flesh, expose the soul.
Use my blood to paint a bigger picture.
Gore as medium of expression.
Madness until peace will out.
If it makes sense i am doing something wrong.
Whisper.

I know you don’t want to read this.
I’ll just wait in the dark until you say yes.