not my stuff....got frm da net... i haven't seen the sun in days; its rays have given up on me. These blinds turn white to darkest grays and color left this place entirely. my skin is stale, transparent film that clings to marrowless bones, a thin and murky veil containing veins with little blood. Its red flow wanes as light dissolves. and i become a faded photograph with burned edges, immovable and set in stone but frail as cigarette ashes. a carbon copy turned true, yet inanimate and numb.