Wednesday, September 9, 2009
im sick of feeling sick
the feeling of a shadow thats always hovering over me
that knife cut,that bleeds black
thick and viscous,and flows slowly that every sensation is a secretive gripping pain of sorts
im the devil.im never the angel.im the poison.im the vices in your blood.im the crimson in red.im the swelling of your bruise.im the bitter in your coffee.im the smoke in your cigarette.the intoxication in your wine.the parasite that clogs up your senses,blinds you,eats you while youre breathing and eventually kills you.im all that.
i wanna be your hero.your savior.your salvation.your nest that you come to.i wanna be good.i know,there's still a lot of devils inside me thats haunting me.i dont know why im so insecure,nor irrational.i know the complications that lie ahead,but why must i be in denial and deny it?why must things be uncertain but still have hope?have we lost all hope?and whats my name again?
i dont want you to remember my name,and associate me with the bastard that i am.
im wish i could drive this car ever so fast,and crash it,just me alone,so u can forget the existence of me.i wish i could turn this car around while were driving.and im sorry.
Labels: chheeeebye, decipher this shit in 5 words or less, rainy days
6:26 AM
okeh iv done crapping x)


