December 2010
5 posts
They wail, they weep, they feel like shit…they are already dead. A general malaise, an exhaustion, and from what - the will of the want, a mechanism of urges supplanting motivations assumed vital; our very being thunk into dependency of the next hit. Minds running rampant with no systems of control, no means to regulate, simply a kill switch with a busted knob and without concern, not even a...
Found a little God Another reason why I was shaking in my sleep I was dreaming in rhyme And I’m thinking all along Was I put here just to die I’m chewing on my tongue I’m bleeding out my eyes If I could peel off my face I’d rip it right the fuck off If I could peel off my face I’d rip it right the fuck off
Waiting for the high to mold Thought I felt it kick If my heart were to explode Would it still continue to tick You said you would call YOU FUCKING SAID YOU WOULD CALL If I told you how I felt Would you change at all My breath gets shallow My breath gets shallow Can’t stand tall When you feel so hollow Debating the consequences Of making a break for it If my head was to explode What would be...
Feeling sorry for myself Feeling sorry for the way the rain falls And how the snow melts Thinking something like, this can’t be real Thinking something like, I do what I want And then I self-destruct And then I turn to dust Faded, decay on delay with a mind so jaded Sedated, so fucking sedated, pills and junk Love unspun, hatred, you dumb droolin fool Wait to fall asleep, wake up and do it...
I am a vacuum. I am negative space. My mind is a cardboard box, filled with cardboard boxes. I taste of metal. I fear everything.
I fear the vastness, of the nothingness, of the endlessness. I want peace. I know nothing of peace. I am a reactionary device, I posses no substance of value. I transform to how I perceive myself through your eyes. I am here to appease you. I require forever...