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8/7/2008 3:22:35 AM
some fucked up shit i wrote...whatever.
These thoughts that keep runnin through my head those of a gun in my mouth, me windin up dead bringing tears to my eyes just thinkin of you a year of this shit, now im left wondering what else i can do the day you passed was the worst of my life i tipped the rum back so i could surpass and outlast all that had past in the corner with an empty bottle cryin my eyes out chased the feelin with a can of stout, stumblin over every word comin out of my mouth shoutin at a woman, who wasnt even there in a bout with my personal demons and angels to the snap of a snare the har stands on end as i try to pretend that what i felt didnt exist the breeze against my face in a room filled with stillness this wicked illness corrupting my brain succuming to the urge to feel no more pain hands shaking to put the shell in the chamber tears soaking the barrel of the banger clicked the safety off and placed it to my chin tricked my brain into thinkin this is a battle, that i can win
with every waking moment of every waking minute i feel the anxiety so potent that it has its own stresses within it i cant seperate my positive attributes from my faults i smoke another cigarette in the attempt to meditate but the pressure on my brings the solitude to a hault my mind vaults between imagination and reality is it you? or is it me? as the cause of emancipation of insanity my misconstrued strategy to gain your heart left me stranded on an island of insurmountable dark and the cold thats overwhelming me as the night returns is similar to the sensation of the unattainable love for that my heart yurns as the candle wick burns and my mind strays to you i dismantle the image and wonder what the fuck to do so i resort to the only woman who knows me best her name is alcohol and her kiss is pure bliss in fact, its quite intoxicating she doesnt care about the decisions i make she never questions the idea of fate who cant relate to her, on all different levels so i drink down her company until your memory settles into the back of my mind in my hopes to forget you who am i kidding, i love you to death, just let me get my hands on a pistol.
8/7/2008 3:22:35 AM
