For Miss moppyWhy do you draw thisWhy do you draw the brokenThe creeten,The freaks!They are all bleak.why do you draw the damnedThe slammedThe evil!They all reakWhy do you draw the forgottenThe plaguedand the rottenThey are all weak.
The blightThe blightThe start of a day, hacking, gasping for air that is not air, and breathing in deply what I should not be breathing. I awake. A heap of moldy and skeletal wreckage I tumble from the coffin that was once my resting place, I don't have a bed. because beds lay in homes. I have no home, I have nothing, I am the blight. Well a Little about myself I am About 43 years old but I look like I'm 20. I have brown hair so worn and thin it is almost indestiguishable from my skin, wich is a deep brown laiden with blue patches. I am dead.There are an innumerable amount of things you can learn when your dead. Like why your still bound to the plain of mortals when you are yourself not mortal. Another thing you learn about is people.
Tis life, I guessThis is life?This is all it is, an unending torrent of misery and painof lies, and hate for those lies,tis life i guess. an unending phase of what is wrong,of scorn, born from the deep bowels of human thought and ((imagenation)).(((