Could could call this a vent art.
I'm feeling a tad fuzzy, and beginning to believe that my heart truly is not amendable; if i slowly smoke it away like a cigarette. Who's fault would it be, my own or the people around me? A once lush pasture is now cold and colorless as my personality. There isn't quite a solid definition of Bosgo. In my perspective the term "Me" is just as enigmatic as the black hole of forgetfulness.

I will perhaps finish this piece when i have more knowledge of how to do so. (The column is bothering me, as is the background)

Inspired by
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9386371/ by  horrorbuns
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9388944/ by  zanity