Jess.
Depressed, disoriented, disastrous, damnable.
Wife of death, sister of evil, mother of pain, daughter of fear.
Lover of late nights, keyboards, and her therapist who understands.
Feels tired, shy, and aimless all at once.
Fears loneliness, crowds, and contradictions.
Composer of bullshit, idiocy, and suicidal thoughts.
Wanting to see change, and tomorrow morning.
Resident of deviantART.
Corpses.