Gravity Wins Again

Something picture perfect. Something cracking. Stress facture weeping.<br>Fading picture graying image visage clutching holding keeping. Something evil. Something pure.<br>This compulsion will be the very thing that kills me.<br>Keep in mind the hours I keep. Six feet for sure every night. Two hours at best - if you`d call it "best".<br>My mind racing. My feet pacing. Leave me be. Stop tormenting me. I`m comming down.<br>Something picture perfect. Something cracking. I`m comming down.