Now you lay here alone. Aged by bad habits fueled by your lack of self worth... Stripped of your youth with those gaunt cheeks and sunken eyes... Stunningly jaundice and contently reeking of your own filth. Yet you regret nothing... And still disapprove of everyone and everything life ever offers you.
I knew it'd be gray here as my mind readjusts, But this unrelenting haze is almost becoming too much. I expected this fog so I'll just have to wait it out, In hopes to see gold rather than a blackout.