JashinistLover

Lost and Confused A painted face with a very clear message, Everything seems fine, nothing to mess with. Underneath she's truly dying, Wonder why she's even trying, But then she remembers she's got some real good friends, Not the ones who lie to her face and play pretend, Real people who treat her with respect and love, And accepts that she doesn't believe in that heavenly place up above. She's always wanted someone to hold her hand, Stand by her and guide her, but she cant even get that from her own man, Too busy worrying about tomorrow, Wrapped up in all this fucked up sorrow, So lost and confused about how to fix her life, Surpr

My name is Ash. Simply just Ash, I live in my own house alone. I was the son of the towns Mortician, but now he has passed on. His job has passed onto me. I am the younger version of my father; tall with shoulder length gray hair, bright green eyes, skin the color of pale ivory.  My name is Ash; just like the ash I see every day of my life from now on. There is no room for emotion and petty things when your job is putting the dead to full rest. Every day, I put on a simple mask of no emotion to go about my days work. When there is a loved one of the one who is lying on one of my, cold steel, beds, I will show them kindness and hel