i am well, often thought of among my beings as a drunken solket, leaped hanah relston everso beautiful eating my heart out eating a cats inestines slowing shrinking away, trying to save herself i am fine she says, i know shes not, she dares to claim to have a wife a daft way of saying i am gone, i am wrong, i am stung and rung, im a ghost to you, im a nothing to them, im a being to love, i am nothing for all, my corpse is down there but im not really dead, my grave is dug but i havent deceased, i am not even really here, only a silly figment of your imagination, could fade away at any moment, she said. trotting wildly i turned around kept among us was the dancing riots that i could watch dazzzle together for hours. rotting away, rotting away, she would scream, i knew it wasnt true, and something had to be done, kept away for livings costs, she died while taping on the glass that night, but this time it was real, now im dead im dead inside, i see her views im in the rhyme. it wont be long until im gone, just talk to me please and that could do some.