> MACHINE.exe

(....) i havent had luck for 2 years adn now im bleeding, i sing to the people i sing to em all but i dont hear the choir in my ears as i tear down my wall

(...) I started praying, (...) please just save him Ill give any sort of payment Ill sit upon the payment, Ill be poor if thats the way then. (......)

im starting to go more crazy

When no one remains, only the wind moves. The ground cooks beneath the unblinking sun, and time itself forgets to pass. Does such a world still exist when there are no eyes left to see it? Where did one come from, and where can one go? ... (TO BE CONTINUED)

The sun set (...) kid went to bed (...) morning comes but the sunrise donsnt seem to shine (...) this rising sunset (...) will be the end of my time. (...) i cry out my life as its no longer bright, theres a sun outside but it brings me everything but light. I realise the sun is the rise of my demise, And in my mind it will remain night

Tears (...) down my (...) to the paper that used to be dry (...) filled up my brush with time, to paint the emptiness of my mind (...) left behind my own body as I filled the paper with pain so i could paint. (...) lady in white next to me (...) she came to mark the tragedy (...) i kept painting away (...........) I painted a picture of a sun that set or maybe it rose, I dont remember it well, I hope it was both. so as the petals fell from the dying rose they lost the beauty i used to know and they grew to be a woe. whats left of the rose thats still alive regrows and connects with time to blossoms but with spikes on its spine. a new unsure future rise, yet im sad about the life I was forced to set behind (...)