Hi. I'm Austin .
chapter 1 takes place on empty canvases
and idle hands are silencing the oxygen.
the clock keeps the beat,
the sweat turns to beads,
and the salt burns me alive ,
but my tears have all run dry.
i haven't slept in days.
the devil's just like cocaine,
gradually constant and permanently PAIN.
stop and breathe.
it was just an awful dream.
a nightmare. a night scare.
nothing to worry about.
05/15/06.
