A letter to Mary, my first love.

To fill my time with nothingness is something i crave. hours, days, seconds fly past as i remain perfectly still. Distract the distractions, fill the void as it caves in. Don't let it explode as it ignites. The line blurs as you cross it, perfectly sane insanity. Drink, Smoke, laugh, fall. get up, fight, apologise, beg. Melt into the all, die in the nothing. Mix in with those who seek to destroy you, part with those who help you. They were always 'too weak.' You gave me sight and now i am blind. I was a fool and you were my master.