Novocaine

It's hard to breathe when the deepest darkest nightmare walks beside you, haunts you, scares you, screams at you until you cut your ears away, that's the way it goes, everyday you die a little bit more, then it turns out to be impossible to go on and you sit down and rest, ignoring the fact that you'll never be able stand up again.




Mademoiselle Juliettè,
Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me.