To be a suicidal failure is the greatest shame of all. Knowing I'm loved by the Godess of beauty & taker of truths. It flows through my veins like a raging animal taking all good sense and hope with it. She is why I stay here in this planet of shit. They want to tear my soul down to the place where the unwanted failures go. Putrid flesh abounds my crown that sits upon my head.They have said that there will be writings of my time spent in this place you call life. I ask why is there this space here for me in which I dwell. Always in a constant teeth gnashing internal houl, I cut deep to release the static horror that I see is my blood. Ah, sw