I dont really know anymore and I dont really care, how does 15 mins sound to you maybe that will shut you the fuck up. Death speaks to me in so many ways it taunts and teases my physiological demons it breathes while eternally sleeping. It speaks to me yet you cant hear it. IT’S the delirious drug that keeps my body moving and my brain from turning. The thought the smell the touch keeps me in fears it. Fear of death fear of it’s tempting voices is what turns me away from it. FEAR is my guiding savior in my suicidal thought.