Tired.

Anatomy Of Dust

I woke hard,
I woke heavy,
And suddenly it hits me,
I was never ready.
When I woke hard,
I woke heavy.

And it never went away...

I did not ask to be this.
This hideous creature of cracked skin and snarling voice. But this prison of flesh is the only gift you ever gave me. So I will stretch this skin until I fill every crevice. And I will wear it until you regret that you created it. You made me out of nothing.

- And nothing is what I will become. // ~ hail.