mostly grey...and a little white

ad excuse for a saint. a life in ruin. mastering the art of spinning webs and burning bridges. empty words casting shallow shadows on my face. a whole eternity spent designing this neon tombstone, the moment passed me by. i always watch it come and go with each motion in my chest. there's always been a flicker of hope. repentance. redemption. how great the climb, and how great am i. pride returns. viscious cycle complete. i prefer narcolepsy. finding promise in nightmares and foreign lands. i live between bloodline and flat line.