esCape paTTerns

I'm going to die alone, neither a saint or a martyr. I believed in all who was fake. Dismissed the fears try to fill the hole you left inside me. I walk this path, with no end insight. December 12, 6:04 am I brace to tace the day. No more pretend. Your walking hand in hand to your old friend Mr. Sandman. Dreams evade ... I read my date ... King of Pentacles ... the Fool ... Strength ... Ten of Swords ... The Lovers ... The Empress ... The Star ... I place my hopes and dreams back on the shelf in a jar.