JOURNALS OF THE WAY OUT:

Swarm in with a devil may care attitude. Still bleeding from the knife in the back. You can feel this so called "new freedom" slipping away, from each night you LIE awake. Your heart beats faster with each passing thought of tomorrow. You wish that feeling of hope would last forever. Only losing your breath as reality sinks in. The word CONFUSION doesn't even begin to adhere to what really battles in your mind. Slow, broken down, with quick hits of joy every now and again, constantly flowing through the body. When will rest come? When will this lightning strike, and when the fuck will it be your turn? For fucks sake you can rise from the DEAD (more than once), you can cure the broken hearts of the less lived, but cant even figure out how to stop the bleeding. How to close your eyes, and when your supposed to be satisfied. You've created this CELL, so you can break out of it.    Jules Sastre