9.3

I found the skin of a Cincada today.
I'm wondering where my shell went. i left it somewhere once.

These children wander the hallways not knowing its pointless.
I want to scream. Shake them. Let them know im here.

I'm the ghost of this town. Everyone knows im around. Yet, no one will dance with me.
They haven't molted yet.

You told me once, we only have so much time awake, then we die.
My eyelids are heavy.
Will you comatose with me?

I desperately need a cigarette. I can feel my lungs dying with every puff.
My head screams for nicotine, caffeine.

You're going to die soon.

I want solitude from everyone. You i can stand.

I haven't slept in days. The need for speed is uncontrollable.
Where can i find a steady supply?

My system is clean now. After two years. It's unnatural, its because of you.

I need coffee, stat.
Pump my veins.

Someone just said your name, but you're not around.

My dependence on these outside chemicals is vile.

I can't look at myself anymore.

I might vomit.