Saturday, 5 June 2010

4 5 6-subjkts

Waiting for the dealer to come along,
Writing my happy little song,
Stoopid and crazy as may be?
I dunno just wait and see!
Soon ill be forgetting about-don't know what?
One thing I know is I'm helping my teeth rot,
Slowly every day more and more,
That won't stop me-I have to score.
To numb out this illusion reality tends to create,
Boy ain't the life of a junkie great.
So what the moral of this fucking story?
Drugs kills what life makes gory?
Actually ill never know let alone care,
All I know is turns most of this life into a scare,
Most of the times you're hardly there,
And it feels like your mind starts to tear,
At everything you constantly glare,
Is this not a nice burden to bear?
Fuck-maybe I should start to care...


'So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
And nothing else matters'


Nothing else matters-Metallica

Tuesday, 1 June 2010

moulding

So much power being lost every fucking day,
All this positive energy being thrown away,
Every morning sighing-fuck me, again?,
Every night promising to stop-Really? But when?
Break of day and once again you feel like shit,
Shouting at yourself-this is it!
As the day progresses your strength gets less
And you make yourself feel better by saying you tried your best,
not really understanding what does 'your best' actually mean,
strong or weak-in which direction do you lean?
Knowing your strength-just not knowing how should be used,
Sick and tired of being sick and tired equals really not being amused.
So what the fuck is it with me constantly writing this crap,
I suppose its better than opening my trap?


' Me, my thoughts are flower strewn
Ocean storm, bayberry moon
I have got to leave to find my way
Watch the road and memorize
This life that pass before my eyes
Nothing is going my way'

Find the river-REM