Alone.

I'm alone.
With nary a soul beside me
The coldness seeps through -
hiding under these layers ;of little use.
I can't feel.
I can't think.
Is this what dying is like?
Or is this hell?

End.

XD I just wrote that crap up. The office is bloody empty seriously - I'm locked in technically. Work's as usual, mundane and boring with the added perks of the MD breathing down my neck (well, he did sometime around noon before he left). Wonder if I should photocopy my butt or my face...hmm...NAH. Let's not be ridiculously dumb, as tempting as it is.

But on a side note, Battle's songs > SJH.