I am but an empty bag of bones collecting dust for the holy ghost.
And I don't love you anymore.
You chained me to the bed.
You did your best but I've grown tired of this empty nest that I've scattered on the floor.
Well, it's not like me to give up. It's not like me to go, but, I'm not myself. No.
No heart in me. No soul in me. No emotions.
No blood in me. No sweat in me.
When all is said and done I don't remember my name.
I remember when my body died. I was lost. I was left behind in a cruel and heartless world.
That was such a long, long time ago when I would weep for th...