海悅軋機寧靜，周圍的天空

black and white, a dead path. nothing infront of me, nothing to look back on. still betrayed by the ones closest to me, myself. i cant stand to see this. as an apple hits the ground and begins to rot, i to begin t sour into a deep space. where i cant even see myself again. black and white. black pitch of sound, as blood spouts from my eyes. i cant see this pain anymre ''i thought'' but it still haunts me. this white path, though i cannot see, i feel it. there is nothing on this path for me, i am sinking in it, death may be my loudest voice, and i feel the need to scream. the white soft, and warm, nothing there. as quiet as a whisper, and no one will listen. this white path has done nothing for me, and I dont want it anymore, i know the black is wrong, and strange, but i think i can stray fr just a little while...death echoes through my head along with the other voices that scream at me. even thoguhts wish to jump out of my head into my mouth, and make me swallow each one.