Journal: Growl -------------------------------------------Mood: Rant Confessions of an Angry Insomniac
A wicked world lies behind closed eyes,
where daydreams
are followed by violent death scenes.
I'm my executioner,
I always have been.
I'm good with a blade,
I'm my worst best friend.
"Sabotage anyone?"
I'm alone in the room.
But I serve it on a platter
While the bright full moon
laughs and taunts
to hell with that moon.
Darkness my friend,
Is always soon.
Too soon to leave
too soon to arrive.
Destruction and chaos of my mind,
At least they make me feel alive.
I hate to be awake,
I don't want to think!!
Fuck my responsibilities!
Fuck these feelings!!!
Fuck these desires,
And fuck memories.
They are overated anyway,
Fresh graves in old cemeteries.
I buried them deep,
Why the hell do they rise?
Oh I know,
Because I can't keep on lying.
So I talk to myself-
Who else do I have?
I say Jessica just stop it!
And then Jessica laughs.
"Sabotage anyone?"
Suddenly I'm starved.
Why not huh?
It's not like I'll get far
From the fucking echoes,
and old heartbreaks.
FUCK THEM ALL!!!!!
Why should I care
And what will that solve?
Really though?
...Created 2013-05-25 00:34:58 [ View Past Journals ] [ View as Blog ] |