Written on the back of my hand with my eyes closed

tonight in the night i went to the way of the dying darkness to be the only one alive sorta but the mean one in the grey was there and didn't like me more than the worrying ofnowrunningandtheniwascoldandwantingdyingbutitwasn'twhatweneverallthetimenorohboringthesmokeicethecakeofmorningforthedeadallweevernevernightanddeathtobelonginnowherebutican'tcry