Preparing all the kits I need
As if going through surgery
Slitting my wrist as I wish
Using everything except anaestathic

I'm no suicide writer.

Not JK Rowling either.

I'm just me, plain old me.

Yes, old.

Time is drawing lines on my face, and each line gets darker and deeper with the flow of time.

Shapping me into a jabberwocky, as portrayed as Lewis Carroll.

Lewis Carroll huh?

That guy was a genius.

Rather a one who keeps all the intelligence of the world to himself.

Another William Shakespeare perhaps, who creates his own words, which made his poems even harder to understand.

Often wonder, will I be the next Will Shakes......

I wish I can be a goth female counterpart of him though.