Left in this darkness of bliss without a pot to piss in. My bleeding guns have deceived me once again feeling sorrow will no longer be an emotion that i will no longer consume. Crying in the darkness at my own personal leaser pain is just weakness leaving the body is what Ive been taught but my uncontrollable yearns to just bleed out in this puddle of hate. A consumer is what Ive become weak minded and fragile because of my new loss, and anticipating the grim reaper no longer runs threw me like the blood and my veins. Extended is what i have become no longer living in this hate refocusing myself to be with myself, to live with myself and to accept life for what it is quitting life will no longer be an option. 'Extended'