At any given moment there is about two million thoughts running through my head,but trying 2 put them down on paper just rapes them and leaves them for dead? How much more pain and suffering can one person inflict in his own life, well in the kingdom of the junkie: hurt and anger is rife, everyday worrying about death knocking on your door but you won't be lucky enough being found on the bathroom floor, always on your mind that your heart is gonna stop-over and over and over again but no drop. Day in and day out the ideas are always the same, this twisted rush sort off becomes like a sick game. How many more times can you see your death in your own mind, how much more scares and dissapointments will you find, of having to live yet another day, fucking up over and over again just in a different way.how many times can one person wish away this gift called life we receive, and in one lifespan how many different people can I try to decieve. Crazy and stupid as it may sound, some day-not today though, I may still come round...
Teenage angst has paid off well
Now I'm bored and old
Self-Appointed judges judge
More than they have sold
serve the servants-NIRVANA