Something picture perfect. Something cracking. Stress facture weeping. Fading picture graying image visage clutching holding keeping. Something evil. Something pure. This compulsion will be the very thing that k**s me. Keep in mind the hours I keep. Six feet for sure every night. Two hours at best - if you'd call it "best".
My mind racing. My feet pacing. Leave me be. Stop tormenting me. I'm comming down. Something picture perfect. Something cracking. I'm comming down.