Cool rain wets the sky and ground, calling.
It silenced the boiling world. Time becomes slow.
My mind wants to enjoy the rain’s intriguing display and peace.
The apocalyptic crunch approaches!
Our climate will tease and destroy us
Till we are no more.
You only see what you want to believe.
And I hated you because somehow I didn’t fit your needs
I’m not gonna pretend that I’ve never been up against
Hell on earth, My demons repent with a fiery vengeance
He claims his flip on God, its a summer of a madman
He praises and preaches to the rest of his leeches
But never understood that lesson he teaches
So I thank you for coveting this comfort we’ve endured
And when everyone said “theres someone out there for you” … you were her
But now I’m defined by the fact that my father died alone
It’s one of my biggest fears to leave this world without someone
Its a vivid depiction of what I witnessed
My flesh deteriorating off the bones of my existence
Broken, hoping this confined cause reveals I was never lost
I severed serenity entirely when this calloused pain was engulfed
And he stares until it all makes sense or slowly passes by him
His own asylum, with paradigms turned to pantomimes
My repertoire consisted of being the overbearing asshole
I threw rocks every moment I got, but I was the one made of glass though
what happens in the end?
Clifton Hill, 7:51am express to Preston, came on time, sat down…
Poster on the wall reads:
“Connex supporting VIS athletes training for March 2006”
When am I?
hope for the impotent
time to change my diet
1. Lipstick – x3
2. Lip gloss – x2
3. Face powder – x1
4. Nail file – x3
5. General face grooming – x3
6. Subway sandwich (stinky) – x1
Prediction for tomorrow:
Men who read books about sport move their lips while reading.