(0115) breathe it out

three minutes left, and i have nothing to say. skin turning black. eyes turning empty. and then before you know it, it's all over. let's just hope you wake up before it has to happen. you don't fool anyone... certainly not me. breathe out your self-righteousness, and i'll breathe out my ability to not care.

seventeen days ago, i swallowed the fear of fear itself.